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" I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valleys." 

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" Whoso offereth praise glorifieth Me." 

-Ps. 1: 23. 



San Francisco : 
PRINTED FOR THE AUTHOR. 

1893. 



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CONTENTS. 



PART 



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Early Recollections i 

Story of Her Salvation 3 

A Sacred Poem 5 

Early Training- 5 

Education 6 

Pride 7 

Gold 8 

The Colleges 9 

My Two Requests 10 

Our Wedding 12 

Scenes in School 14 

Another Scene of Death 15 

Sorrow's Gleanings 16 

"Home Again" 17 

He Was Not a Christian 20 

Another Wedding 20 

The Dark Clouds Were Gathering 25 

It Was the Prayer of Faith 28 

A Presentiment 30 

A Glorious Fulfillment 31 

Seeking Opportunity To Do Good.-. 32 

Atonement 32 

Pneumonia ^ 

Financial Trouble 34 

Coming Events 36 

Another Startling Event 37 

Murder of Our Dear Brother Samuel 38 

Effie's Recovery 40 



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PART II. 

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Work for Jesus 81 

Street Work 83 

Visiting Slums 84 

Saloons Visited 85 

Visiting from House to House 86 

Church Services 87 

Correspondence 88 

Persecution 88 

Explanation 89 

Revival in the Pastor's Absence 90 

Testimony 91 

At Work 93 

Down at the Cross 94 

Another Holiness Revival 95 

The Work Spreading 97 

Cries for Help 99 

Missionaries in Nevada 100 

11 Come Unto Me" 101 

Fifty Miles by Stage After Night 102 

Battle Song 104 

Visiting All Denominations 105 

Public Morals 106 

Reno and All Nevada 107 

In San Francisco 108 

Cottage Meetings in Reno 109 

The Jail in Reno 109 

Hospital for the Poor no 

Tract Boxes , no 

Definite Meetings for Holiness in 

Children's Meetings in Reno 112 

The Children 114 

The Warfare Against Sin 115 

Visiting the Sick 116 

Another Case 118 



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One More Visited 119 

Hospitality 121 

Separation 123 

Seeking Salvation for Relatives 124 

A Seven Months' Tour 126 

Holiness 129 

The Vanguard 129 

Camp Meetings 133 

Sanctification .* 133 

Class Meetings 136 

"Go Ye" 137 

At My Mother-in-law's 137 

Across the Continent 139 

More Notes on the Way 141 

Testimony 144 

A Call from Missionaries 145 

Holiness Literature 146 

"The Guide to Holiness" 147 

Eternity 147 

God's Word , 147 

Strength of Muscle 148 

Salvation Army 1 49 

'Captain of the Hosts of the Lord'' 149 

Robed and Resting 151 

Jesus Calls 152 

The Two Blessings 153 




Part I. 




Early Recollections. 

,Y FIRST recollections are concerning 
divine things, — the hallowed associations 
which cluster around the worship of 
the living God, whom I learned even 
in my childhood to reverence and fear. 
Those scenes which impressed me most were the atten- 
dance of meetings for worship by my father and mother 
and myself with a few country people, who met in a log 
meeting-house near my father's farm. The distance to 
be walked was over a mile, through fields and woods, 
over a swollen stream, crossed on a foot-bridge of some 
long rails. The ministers who conducted these meet- 
ings were the early Methodist pioneers, the name of 



2 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

Raper being, perhaps, the most prominent. Some United 
Brethren, also of great zeal, preached at this point. In 
going to and coming from this little log house, with its 
board seats and high box pulpit, my steps often grew 
weary, and my father's strong hand held mine more 
firmly, and sometimes he took me in his loving arms 
and made me feel a security and rest which I remember 
well ; and the sweet old choruses, 

" Only let me die happy," 

and 

" Canaan, sweet Canaan, 

I am bound for the land of Canaan," 

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would soothe me to sleep oftimes before we reached our 
home, — a large two-story frame house in the center of a 
lovely lawn studded with shrubs and flowers, beside a 
lovely garden, the fragrant herbs of which I e'en yet 
breathe in. O, those glory days of sweet, sweet child- 
hood nourished by Christian parents under the wing of 
the Heavenly Dove. My mother, O, my precious mother, 
how hallowed her memory now, though more than fifty 
years have fled since then, and for sixteen years she has 
lain under the beautiful green sward of an Ohio cemetery. 
Her two first children preceded her in infancy to the 
better world, and then a brother older than I, my con- 
stant companion and protector in play in our tender 
years. We were the objects of her tender solicitude to 
train up for God. While young she was wont to tell us 



THE VIEW OF ROSES, 3 

sweet stories for our good ; but the one I remember best 
is the 

Story of Her Salvation. 

Her father died when she was very young, and her 
mother, said to be most beautiful, but not a Christian, 
married a profane man. There were three sisters of them. 
My mother's name was Priscilla, — a dear old Gospel 
name. When she neared womanhood the Methodists 
began holding meetings in their neighborhood at the 
residence of Mr. Christman, a man of great piety ; and 
mother and her sisters, Mary and Matilda, attended ; 
and mother and Matilda gave their hearts to God, my 
mother saying that she took the step for life, — to be a 
permanent espousal to Christ. 

The next morning after she joined the Church her 
stepfather in a rage came to where she was baking buck- 
wheat cakes for breakfast, by an old-fashioned fireplace, 
and raising his foot kicked the pan of batter over, and 
then running to the other sister, who was spinning wool, 
snatched the distaff from its place and threw it down 
from the high hill upon which the house stood. The 
sister, being the unsaved one, told him that if he wanted 
the distaff he could go and get it ; she would not ; and 
then my mother, having adjusted the pan of batter, went 
with joyful heart to the bottom of the hill and procured 
the distaff and brought it to its place. So much for 
Christian grace. 



4 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

This ended the scene of anger for that time. He tried 
in every way to get Priscilla, his favorite stepdaughter, 
to give up the meetings and dear old father Raper's 
preaching, and at one time came to her after one of the 
grand old meetings had just ended and threw a cup of 
water in her face, saying, "I baptize you," etc., using 
a profane sentence. None of these things moved the 
saved young girl. She knew Him whom she believed. 
As mother grew to womanhood her stepfather longed 
to mate her with one of his own sons, — Mordecai 
Crockett, — but mother had seen and loved at first sight 
a young man, a neighbor, by the name of Daniel Oakes, 
and to him she soon pledged her loving heart. 

Now these were trying fimes, for he was not a Chris- 
tian, yet she determined he soon should be ; and her 
prayers were speedily answered, and they wended their 
way heavenward together, and were married, though not 
at home, as that was refused them, and a sister then 
married made them a merry wedding ; and from there 
they went to my mother's farm, given by her grand- 
father Freeman, where soon my father erected a com- 
modious house, which was at once opened for the recep- 
tion of ministers of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. A hal- 
lowed home it was to little Samuel and Hannah, with 
their love of the meetings, and the preacher's visits, 
with the singing and praying and kind words and 
pleasant stories, where thrift and neatness and plenty 
prevailed, with all hands joining in honest toil. 



THE VIE W OF ROSES. 5 

Sacred Pokm. 

" Salvation, O, thou joyful sound, 
What pleasure to our ears, — 
A sovereign balm for every wound, 
A cordial for our fears. 

Salvation, let the echo fly, 

The spacious earth around ; 
While all the armies of the sky 

Conspire to raise the sound. 

Salvation, O, Thou bleeding Lamb, 

To Thee the praise belongs ; 
Salvation shall inspire our hearts, 

And dwell upon our tongues." 

Early Training. 

My brother and I were sent to the common school 
near home until we quite finished the common branches 
of study. How merrily our school days passed under 
sunny skies or over snowy paths as we wended our way 
with books and dinner-pail. Early and late, year in and 
year out, the lessons were learned and said ; and then 
our tasks at home performed — his, the chopping of the 
wood and bringing up the cows and other chores ; and 
mine, the sewing and knitting and the washing of the 
dishes, with the cheery little mother in the lead. One by 
one three more dear ones came into the family, Effie and 
Isadora and Willie, and these in turn joined hands in the 



6 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

happy home circle of willing and useful workers, trained 
in hand and head and heart. 

Education. 

Younger and less spiritual preachers took the place of 
the older itinerants, and with them new ideas sprang up 
voicing the spirit of the more prosperous times of the 
United States of America. Then the cry of " Educate, 
educate," ringing all along the line of the homesteads 
in the Miami Valley, chimed in with the merry din and 
rush of the farmer's toil ; and the two caused the morn- 
ing and evening prayers at the home altar, with the 
sacred melody of happy songs, to come irregularly. Alas ! 
Alas ! to my mother's sorrow. She took up afresh what 
she had planned for us, — an education. Added to this, 
the making of money, to my already prosperous father, 
proved a snare ; and now the shadows were thrown 
across the family hearth. Yet there was one, the patient, 
loving mother, who stood firm to the principles of truth 
and purity. My brother was sent to College Hill, Cin- 
cinnati, and I to Springfield Female College. Here vain 
wisdom began to fill our minds. My brother had made 
no profession of religion, but at nine years I became a 
member of the Methodist Church and carried my letter 
of probation to High Street M.-E. Church, next door 
to the college, and soon was admitted and baptized by 
sprinkling, by Brother John Marlay of the Cincinnati 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 7 

Conference. By this time I was so cold, spiritually, that 
the dressing of my hair for the occasion seemed to quite 
fill my mind. O ! Those were dangerous days. How- 
ever, the habits formed could not be quite lost sight of, 
and so I prayed nightly and in the morning, and read 
the word of God, and believed, intellectually at least, that 
I was a child of God — attending class and prayer meet- 
ings regularly, and speaking of truth but living it in 
works, and that very poorly I fear. 

Pridk 

crept in. Soon I was longing to gratify my love of self 
and selfish adornments. More and more the worldly 
wisdom came in, and more and more the once simple 
and child-like faith went out. The music was delightful 
and improved in ; but the songs were not of the kind 
which could be sung in the name of the Lord, or the 
kind which thrilled my young heart ; yet I went on sing- 
ing them all the same. And then when vacations came, 
and the piano and my brother's return with the violin 
in hand, — and he a skillful player, — O, then, with him, 
dear boy, it was the dance and society not in keeping 
with that of our dear parents' teaching. With me, 
though that was forbidden, yet other things as evil crept 
in ; and I was a cold and wandering girl, formal and 
superficial, proud of my face and attainments. In time 
the younger ones were sent off to grand schools, and all 



8 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

in a whirl we as a family were going back from God, as 
far as a real vital life was concerned ; and dress and 
culture took the place of the dear simple faith of child- 
hood's days. My heart aches as I write these things, 
and my memory falls upon other evils not to be writ- 
ten, as they are canceled by the precious blood of Christ. 
Hallelujah ! 

Gold. 

In the midst of this backsliding my father, with a 
company of worldly men, traveled overland to California 
in search of health and gold. These were trying days to 
my mother and her little ones. A house was built in the 
village near by, and there we lived until father's return. 

Happily for us he was only away for one year ; his 
speedy return being an experiment for life, as his physi- 
cians bade him return by water at once, as a remedy, — 
the last and only one they thought. By this time 
the lodge had claimed my father as a member, — this the 
first thing, perhaps, which made a way for him to be 
absent from his family at night. It led to sorer tempta- 
tions, and the only redeeming feature of his membership 
in the Masonic order was reached as he left the wharf 
and entered the vessel which bore him down the Pacific 
and up the Atlantic to New York ; — his brother Masons 
filled his pockets with gold. 

Reports of his death often filled mother's heart with 
sorrow and her eyes with tears, but she took them with 



THE VIE W OF ROSES. 9 

her little ones to God in prayer ; and in a dream one 
night, thrice repeated, she was made certain of his return, 
which came to pass the following day, producing great 
joy to the reunited family. To our mother's memory 
be it said, that, whatever our waverings may have been, 
her trust in God never seemed to lag, and she ever pro- 
fessed her faith in Him both at home and in the meet- 
ings, yet often feeling and owning our disobedience and 
unfaithfulness. 

The Coulkgks. 

Were they not Christian ? O, yes ! at least so-called ; 
but the real sins and the unreal service, where could it 
end but in spiritual failure and certain success to Satan's 
kingdom, at least for the time being ? To tell of the 
flirting of the presidents and the jealousy of their wives, 
which we at first doubted and afterward knew of, I 
would blush as much now to relate as I then feared 
to, and we children looking to them as our guides 
in spiritual things. Their preaching and reading at 
chapel service sadly lacked the sweet, sweet charm of 
the pure Gospel as heard and realized in the old log 
church. Where are you drifting ? Answer the ques- 
tion in the light of God's blessed word and by the power 
of the Holy Ghost. 

Christian parents, be careful how you send your children 
away from home. Mrs. Booth, in " Practical Religion," 
writes : " The training God requires is a moral training : 



io THE VIE W OF ROSES. 

the inspiring of the child with the love of goodness, 
truth and righteousness, and leading him to its practice 
and exercise in all the duties and emergencies of life. 
Now any parent can do this if only she has the grace 
of God in her heart and will take the trouble. Training 
a child in the way he shall go does not necessarily imply 
a scholastic training/ ' To my notion there is more 
necessity of getting the home righted than any other 
place in the world. There is more hope of succeeding in 
moral and spiritual life according as parents obtain God's 
grace, and then lead their children by their own responsi- 
ble positions directly to God, they themselves making 
the best use of the supreme influence God has given 
them over their children. In modern schools there is, 
to be sure, much truth, but it is so closely woven in 
with error that scarcely one in a thousand can escape 
the delusion, and prevent being engulfed sooner or later 
in the most deathly moral corruption. 

Our college days ended by my brother's craze for the 
golden land and my utter repugnance of a wolf in 
sheep's clothing, — the president of the Springfield Female 
College. 

My Two Requests. 

While a child I felt a desire to teach school when I 
grew up ; and if I ever married he should be a minister 
of the gospel. These desires were realized. The first 
vacation after I left the Springfield Female College I 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 



returned one evening from the postoffice and found a 
strange gentleman in the parlor. Mother introduced 
him to me, " Sylvanus Hover of the M.-E. Church, just 
graduated from Delaware University, to be teacher in 
our school the coming year. ' ' At first I was not pre- 
possessed in his favor, but strange to say, during the fol- 
lowing winter, by an unusual Providence which had 
united us in friendship, we were fully launched on the 
sea of an all-absorbing love. He boarded at my father's 
house, and proved to be the most spiritual-minded man 
we had formed the acquaintance of for years. His in- 
fluence was felt in our home, and the family altar was 
once more set up. He was then preparing for the min- 
istry, and was soon after admitted in the North Indiana 
Conference, where he remained till sickness gave him a 
superannuated relation to that body. At or near the 
close of his school year with us we were walking in a 
lovely grove near by, and there we plighted our love, and 
knelt while he prayed God's blessing upon our engage- 
ment. Another year of teaching in the South, just at 
the beginning of the Civil war, brought to us our first 
sorrow. Our letters were intercepted. His politics were 
demanded, and he was commanded peremptorily to leave 
Kentucky, which he did in defense of his life. Another 
term of teaching and preparation and he was admitted ; 
and still two years passed by ere our vows were con- 
summated by marriage, These were times of fidelity 
testing. I teaching in Ohio, Civil war raging, and the 



12 THE VIE W OF ROSES. 

long separation from one whom I have since learned to 
know I loved more than I did the God to whom I daily 
prayed, and of whom I constantly testified in the class 
meetings. I desired and was seeking my Saviour, but 
had allowed an idol to come between. The sin of this I 
little dreamed of at the time, so absorbed was I with 
thoughts of the absent loved one. In the mean time I 
was working up a reputation as teacher in the common 
schools, and in the Sunday school, and seemed to be 
growing in grace, — so thought of by others. 

Our Wedding. 

On the 15th of April, 1862, a beautiful evening in- 
deed, with all the loveliness of early spring-time, our 
father's house was adorned and well supplied with wed- 
ding guests and wedding festivities. A loaded table in 
the dining hall. Two happy pair stepped from an ad- 
joining room into the center of a spacious parlor, and 
Brother Robinson of the Cincinnati Conference pro- 
nounced Sylvanus Hover and Minnie H. Oakes man and 
wife, all reverently kneeling in prayer. Congratulations 
over, supper ended, and music preluded by "The Star 
Spangled Banner" floated out on the ears of a merry 
throng of loving friends. But alas ! The look of death 
was there, and an old friend of ours, an aged lady, 
saw it in the eyes and in the sunken chest of the young 
husband, in whose lungs lay that latent dread disease, 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 13 

consumption. The happy party took their loving fare- 
wells, and the bridal party their tour to the new field of 
labor, and soon were busy workers in the various churches 
of New Paris circuit. These services on my part were so 
heartless and formal as in these after years to cause me 
to shudder on account of the spiritual danger I passed so 
unconsciously at the time. During the first year the fell 
typhoid laid my dear idol very low, and ten long weeks 
of watching him with bated breath brought me down 
also with the same malady. We were praying, and God 
was answering by the only means — chastisement — which 
could awaken or prepare us to know and live with Him. 
We both slowly recovered, and the following summer our 
home was brightened by the coming of a dear little son, 
— Eddie, — who proved another idol for a few short 
months, when the Father took him. In these later years 
I understand that scene of death, as he lay in his little 
crib at the midnight hour, after six weeks of painful 
sickness, and just before he breathed his last looked 
with bright and peaceful look of holy light round about 
upon us all, each at a time, — a long look of loving fare- 
well. It seemed strange and unaccountable to us at the 
time for such seeming holy intelligence to take posses- 
sion of a child ; but some of that little circle have since 
learned that it was the revelation to him — dear babe — of 
the Holy Jesus, and a kingdom made pure within his 
baby breast. Glory to God ! 



14 THE VIE W OF ROSES. 

Scenes in School. 
Soon after Eddie's death husband and I repaired to 
Rochester, Ind. He took the principalship of the Union 
School, being still in a superannuated relation to the 
conference, and I assisted. This was a hard field for 
weak and weary ones just out of such scenes of trial. 
The bad discipline of the school and the unruliness of 
some of the pupils can be illustrated by a scene of horror 
which neither of us had ever witnessed in our previous 
experience as teachers. My husband undertook to re- 
prove Scott Reynolds, who was a terror in the com- 
munity, and the latter at once threw a rock and struck 
him on the temple, causing the blood to stream over his 
face. He was barely able to step to my door adjoining, 
and we had to retire to our room across the way, having 
dismissed for the time. The affair was soon settled by 
the expulsion of the young man. Such scenes were 
more than one breaking down in health could endure, 
and soon my dear husband was lain down with a com- 
plication of diseases. By his wish I took his place as 
principal, and conducted the school, putting an advanced 
pupil in my place. This however, with attending him 
in the intervals of teaching, was too much for me, and 
before four months of the school year had passed I, too, 
had resigned. From this time through the winter the 
tolling of the church bell near by was about the only 
music which greeted our ears, as typhoid carried away 
one or more out of many families. However, we escaped. 



THE VIE W OF ROSES. 15 

In the following June our dear mother came and took us 
home with her to Troy, Ohio, where 

Another Scene of Death 

ensued. In three weeks more of pain and sorrow he, 
too, my dear husband, left us to join little Eddie in 
Glory. He clung to life almost to the last, desiring to 
preach the Gospel he so much loved. Many had been 
the number " turned to righteousness" even in his short 
term of Christian labor, his first breaking down being 
in the midst of a blessed revival on New Paris circuit. 

The Saturday before he died he called me to him where 
he sat in a rocker on the veranda in our dear old father's 
home, and said : "I have been unwilling to give you up 
till now ; sing — 

" The dearest idol I have known, 
Whate'er that idol be, 
Help me to tear it from Thy throne, 
And worship only Thee." 

With trembling voice and tearful eyes I complied ; and 
then he testified to me that all was surrendered, and he 
was resigned to go. The next Wednesday, being July 
13th, he repeated with great difficulty part of the 23d 
Psalm, a dear friend finishing it for him. About 3 p. m. 
of that day, as friends were gathered about his bed, he 
motioned me to lean near him. He whispered : ' ' Love 
the Lord; trust in Jesus;" and peacefully departed. 



16 THE VIE W OF ROSES. 

Oh ! the agony of that hour as I wrung my hands and 
wept. But soon, even that very night, I took hold of 
God by faith as never before. A sweet consolation came 
as I consecrated myself afresh to be the Lord's. As he 
lay prepared for burial the next evening I took a long 
look at his peaceful face, and said aloud, "We will 
meet again." This was my faith, praise God! as my 
loved one was swept from my sight and lain in Rosehill 
Cemetery, Troy, Ohio. Our brother, Cornelius Hover, 
then of the same conference with us, but now of the 
Iowa Conference, joined us next day after the funeral, 
in time, at least, to share my sorrow and comfort my 
aching heart. 

Sorrow's Gleanings. 

To draw us to Him in closer embrace, 
The showers of sorrow fall, 
"The light of his countenance" on our face, 
The storm cloud darkens for all. 

But then we read on the sacred page, 
" He hath borne our sorrows" away ; 
And now, while His words my thoughts engage, 
The darkness recedes, — 'tis day. 

There's light on ahead, I'll never turn back, 
But "believe to the saving of my soul ;" 

Our Saviour leads on in this narrow track, 
And like Him I'll soon reach the goal. 

O, Jesus, dear Jesus, pour the floods of glory down ; 
For I'll walk in the light, through sorrow's dark night, 

And receive my starry crown. 



THE VIE W OF ROSES. 17 

Home Again. 
My parents now for a time had removed from the farm 
and were living in Troy. I felt out of place, strange to 
say, and soon began arrangements to begin my chosen 
profession, — teaching. . In the mean time working in the 
church, especially in prayer and Sunday school, the lat- 
ter as teacher. My class of young ladies — dear to me — 
though only four in number, vying with the largest 
classes of older persons in giving missionary money, 
often getting in ahead at the last moment, after hearing 
reports from their classes. These were days of sore 
mourning for the two dear ones ; and I failed of comfort 
in the various church socials. At this time my heart 
longed for more solid comfort. Indeed, I cannot remem- 
ber the time when I did not possess a longing for some- 
thing satisfying in the far-off distance. In a short time I 
repaired with a dear young friend, Nellie M. Gaylord, 
— afterward Mrs. Forbes, missionary to Africa, — to 
Pittsburg Female College to review and prepare for more 
advanced teaching. Never can I forget the keen sorrow 
which filled my heart as I once more found myself in 
school as a pupil with ladies mostly younger than myself. 
Oh! the agony as the reality of hopes so suddenly 
blighted took hold upon me. It was too deep for tears ; 
and a sadness too palpable to deny stole over every 
feature of my countenance, which at times wrought for 
me a deep sympathy from the most careless and uncon- 
cerned. We two, Nellie and I, were seeking spiritual 



iS THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

blessings as well as the fading wisdom of this world, and 
together we sought the Saviour in prayer, the study of the 
word, attending all the means of grace at Christ M.-E. 
Church. Soon we were requested to take classes at 
Prospect Mission Sunday School, which we did, having 
in our classes children living in ' ' dug-outs. 1 ' They 
seemed wild and unruly ; but soon the sweet salvation 
songs quelled them into calmness, as a dear little converted 
Jew brought melody from the organ. A flourishing 
school we had, and all seemed so happy sitting in the 
pretty camp stools in the lovely little mission church on 
Prospect Hill every Sunday afternoon, with Florence 
Cramer, a wealthy banker of Pittsburg, acting as superin- 
tendent. I can yet almost hear his commanding tones 
calling out to "Sue," a member of my class, to bring 
her to order, when she was bent on removing my furs 
that she might the better examine them. However, 
our many " works of righteousness " were destitute of a 
charm, I have since found. Hallelujah ! I often wondered, 
as I read the joy depicted in the Bible, — the joy of God's 
children, — what could be the matter with us all ; and a 
deep sadness sunk my heart lower and lower in disap- 
pointment. Our order for the week was very systematic, 
of course. On Sunday, chapel service in college first 
thing ; prayers in dining hall next, class at Christ Church 
following; preaching at n A. M. O, such grand ser- 
mons, with artistic singing and pipe organ. Afternoon 
Sunday school at the mission ; then S. S. at Christ 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 19 

Church ; then prayer meeting in chapel, and preaching 

at the church at night. O, what weary bodies and 

minds we had on Monday morning. "The way of the 

transgressor is hard." On Wednesday night prayer 

meeting in the college, and the whole week the weary 

routine of studies and recitations. My life was somewhat 

varied, as I was often appointed monitor, or teacher, to 

fill some one's place, or to escort young ladies out in the 

city, etc. The Holy Spirit evidently led dear Nellie and 

I in one heart and in one way. We were daily learning 

to 

" Cease to do evil and learn to do well." 

We were in harmony always, and held together in love, 
aiding each other. When evil reports came to us of the 

undue familiarity of Pres. P , we would not believe it 

until we saw for ourselves, and then our hearts were pained 
beyond measure, as we had raised a very high standard of 
character for one in so responsible a place. From that 
time we avoided him, which he seemed to feel keenly. 

As the old scenes of evil ' ' flirtations ' ' presented them- 
selves as before at Springfield College, my very heart 
revolted ; but, as before, I neither had power nor courage 
to either report the offender or to speak directly to him of 
his sin. These things soon discouraged me from remain- 
ing, especially as a dear teacher resigned on account of 
these things, and some young ladies were taken away 
from the institution. Having stayed some two years I 
was requested to take the position of preceptress of New 



20 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

Carlisle Academy in Indiana, while my dear room-mate 
Xellie taught in a school in Pennsylvania. At this time 
I was in constant reception of some very devoted letters 
from an M. D. in Indiana, who stood high in medical 
circles and was very wealth}'. I could not accept him 
for two reasons : I did not love him, and 

He Was Not a Christian. 

Furthermore, I had made up my mind not to marry, as 
my memory clung to the dear one so ruthlessly torn from 
me ; thus I continued ever to brood over the sorrow of my 
young life. But, at this writings will you please listen to 
the song of my happy heart ? It is this, dear reader : 

11 I'm satisfied with Jesus here. 
He's everything to me ; 
His dying love has won my heart, 

And now He sets me free." 

I am so glad of the privilege of singing this little testi- 
mony right here. Hallelujah ! 

A part of the year I taught in the school named with 
success, but as the attendance was small, and it was sup- 
ported by tuition fund alone, I was obliged to resign, 
having been using my own means to support me. 

Another Wedding 

called me to Troy, where my dear sister — now, I trust, in 
Heaven — was married to Lieutenant Ashworth. From 



THE VIEW OF ROSES, 21 

there I visited sister Isadora, then in Xenia College, for 
a few months, as a parlor boarder, taking a course of 
music. Here I found my sorrow, at least outwardly, 
wearing away, and an undercurrent of vanity and selfish 
love stealing down deep within me ; and I soon left the 
fashionable society into which I was brought and took 
the principalship of Union School, in Addison, Ohio, 
where I remained as teacher for one year ; and so on I 
continued to teach for a space of time running about 
twenty years in all, ever having a ' ' profession' ' of religion, 
and, as it were, a "hope" only of Heaven beyond this 
world. The forms were strictly adhered to : the strict 
life, carrying my Church certificate from place to place, 
as my pastor said it would help me in many ways tem- 
porally to do so. I can now look back and see the decep- 
tion which to me then seemed right enough. Satan will 

" Deceive the very elect" 

if possible. Beware of this "deceiving and being de- 
ceived." It is too dangerous to be tampered with. 
These are now the ' ' perilous times' ' spoken of by the 
apostle. O, take warning, my dear reader, and "flee 
the wrath to come." The history of my blessed release 
and escape will come later on. Be patient. 

About this time a latent hereditary foe, fanned into 
flame by many errors of life, dress and neglect, made its 
appearance in the form of deafness, which unfitted me 
for duty as a teacher. Thank God ! this was a blessing 



22 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

in disguise, which led me to my dear mother and the dear 
old homestead where my parents at the time were liv- 
ing, with one colored servant. It was evident that dear 
mother's health was declining, and I was detailed as 
mistress of the house. Financial troubles, which family 
pride and gratification had brought on, injured dear 
father's business capacity, and involved the estate in 
danger if not overthrow. My brother Samuel, who had 
made frequent visits from his California home, had once 
more returned. At this time a brother-in-law became 
involved, and, as father's business failures were not gen- 
erally known, his name on a note was gladly accepted 
by a party to whom brother-in-law was indebted. At 
this time the remaining property had been transferred 
to my brother. This led to great trial, especially to dear 
mother and I, whose conscience revolted at such meas- 
ures. We heartily expostulated with father and brother 
to no avail. The whole family seemed wrecked finan- 
cially, and honesty held in jeopardy, with the usual train 
of misery in such cases. O, how sad mother and I were. 
We had lived ahead of our means, and unhappiness was 
the result. For two long, lonely years the farm-work 
slowly proceeded with little income. Mother's health, 
through sorrow, still declining, and my nerves, with the 
cares and disappointments, fairly shattered. The old 
piano held its place in the large, old-fashioned parlor, 
hardly ever opened by me. The loud " Burdett " organ 
took its place in the worship, and in this way many a 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 23 

sorrow took its flight for the time, as with self-abandon- 
ment I poured out my soul to God in holy song, longing 
for the power of those words of praise to God ; while my 
dear old parents, loving the solemn strains, gathered 
near me in the eventide and sang with heavy hearts as 
the loneliness of old age crept over them : 

" Behold the record, Lord and see, 
If I have lived this day for Thee, 
And where I fail, O, pardon me ! 
O, pardon me ! O, pardon me !" 

Thinking dear mother would be benefited by a jour- 
ney she was prepared and took a trip to Indiana, accom- 
panied by myself a part of the way. She spent some 
weeks very delightfully with her sister Matilda, near 
where dear sister Isadora was at her life-work — music 
teaching — since her graduation from Xenia Female Col- 
lege. At the close of the visit dear sister returned home 
with mother, and spent most of the time of the remaining 
year of dear mother's life with us at home. This bright- 
ened up the old home some, as company came, and sister 
was more happy in the world, and spent much time 
driving her own horse, given by father, in which pastime 
she took delight, sometimes getting dear mother and I 
to share her favorite recreation, often to our fears, as 
" Bessie," the little black mare, took spells of jumping 
to one side very suddenly, my sister only enjoying such 
freaks, priding herself in horsemanship. A party of 



24 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

friends surprised us occasionally, or we were invited out 
to similar places of social resort, and in this way the 
time dragged on. We attended worship on Sundays in 
the village near by. O, the formality of the worship ! 
Did every one feel it as we did, I wonder ! I doubt it. 
My dear mother and I were dying out, and held some 
sweet consultations, and she assured me my seeking our 
Saviour was becoming more real and apparent to all. 
Our Bibles were well worn, and the prayers morning, 
noon and night, and all along in between, became our 
chief delight and comfort, as at the throne of grace, in 
the large old wardrobe on the second floor, we poured 
out our souls to God. Dear father was tried, quiet and 
weak, but often drove out, and sometimes worked a little 
on the farm, of which brother had charge. The pastimes 
of the latter were chiefly the violin (with which he had 
kept time for many a dance party on the Pacific Coast), 
accompanied by sister Isadora on piano, or dear brother 
Willie, who had married a sweet singer, and was some- 
times found visiting at the old farm ; and he, Willie, 
would bring up his part on cornet, or bass-viol, while a 
neighbor boy fond of the art brought up some pleasant 
part on another instrument. Sometimes when we re- 
turned from church the instruments were all going in 
regular orchestral style ; and many were the chidings 
dear brother received from us, as we contended for the 
sanctity of the Sabbath, all in vain. The influence of 
his Western life of freedom seemed to harden his heart to 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 25 

all those tender associations which clustered around his 
early life at home. 

Thk Dark Clouds Were Gathering. 

One Saturday night, just after dear brother had left us 
for California, with only father, mother, sister Isadora 
and I at home, dear mother fell sick at once — danger- 
ously ill. And without the doctor's aid, I, who was her 
constant attendant (Isadora and father doing the 
work), diagnosed that awful malady, typhoid, and knew 
my mother could not rally in her weak state. I was driven 
almost to distraction. The conflict with me was short 
and sharp. I went to God and had a little talk with 
Him. I besought Him to reconcile me, and prepare me 
with strength, which, praise His dear name, He did at 
once ; so that with steady, firm and unflinching move- 
ment I went forward ministering to her in this time of 
pain and anguish. A dear Christian doctor, our friend, 
did all in his power by prayer and by medicine. All 
possible attention was given, even to the muffling of the 
door-bell, that she might be kept quiet. The fever raged, 
and at times she begged to be taken to the cool spring 
at the foot of the hill upon which the house stood ; or, 
perhaps, for a time her mind wandered. O, what days 
of painful sick-room scenes were these ! But Jesus, dear 
Jesus, was there, and some hearts by naked faith took in 
that rich blessing of His presence, and built upon the 



26 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

rock. The following Sabbath, dear mother feeling better, 
father and sister left us long enough to attend morning 
service ; and during this time the Angel of the Lord en- 
compassed dear mother and I as I read to her just where 
she had left off in her Bible, " The wise woman buildeth 
her house ; ' ' and we felt sweetly assured that the Lord 
had builded for her, and we were comforted. The next 
night, during severe pain, I repeated to her these words, 
11 Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the 
evidence of things not seen." She from that time took a 
firmer hold upon God, and thus we prayed and trusted 
together. On the same evening she said to sister and I, 
1 ' Sing. ' ' Isadora seated herself at the organ in sight 
of dear mother from the adjoining room where she 
lay, and we opened on the dear hymn, "I am trusting 
Lord in Thee," and sang it through ; and at the closing* 
verse, — 

" Jesus comes; He fills my soul; 

Perfected in love I am; 
I am every whit made whole; 

Glory, Glory to the Lamb." 

we looked toward her to see her raised up in bed, and 
smiling the most peaceful smile of victory and joy we had 
ever seen upon the face of a trusting child of God. She 
lay back upon her pillow and rested, and at midnight her 
holy joy had increased until her face shown with holy 
light too deep for our understanding at the time; but as 
we looked wonderingly upon her, and then at each other, 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 27 

we knew it was the blessing of God, and felt a precious 
sympathy of love to Him and to our dear, departing 
mother. On and on we ministered night and day, 
until one evening the doctor bade me go to my room 
and rest for the night, or * ' I would not be able to attend 
mother any more. I obeyed, taking a dose of " nervine" 
which he ordered, and thus was enabled to be with her 
to the last. The day before she died, dear sister Effie, 
with her sweet little girl Pearlie, came from a distant 
State just in time to spend a day and night with mother. 
She looked her recognition with pleasant and restful 
smiles, unable to say anything. During her sickness she 
called at times, Oh! so longingly, for " father," and was 
satisfied when he came to her bedside, but sometimes 
said sorrowfully, ' ' Why did you do so ? " We thought 
she referred to financial interests, and was grieved to leave 
things so, as the estate came by her. Dear father felt it 
keenly, no doubt ; but the bitter cup he too soon was also 
to drink. The last evening friends were gathered and 
sang sweet notes of salvation, and I comforted her till the 
last, reminding her of what our dear Saviour had borne 
for her, and exhorted her to the patient endurance unto 
the end. Slowly and shortly came the breath until Sun- 
day morning about day-dawn, and the freed soul plumed 
its wings and soared away to dwell with God. This was 
September 17, 1876. This was the last I remembered, 
and friends bore me from a sofa where I sank down, rag- 
ing with typhoid fever, to my room above. Only one 



28 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

scene do I remember till the crisis was passed. A friend 
raised me up in bed, put a shawl around me, and I 
looked at m}- side and saw for the last time my beautiful 
mother in a robe of white in her casket. The tuberoses 
filled the room with their perfume, and the pall-bearers 
with the white crape stood at my feet. This lasted but a 
moment, but stamped a never to be forgotten memory. 
It seemed a forerunner of a pure and never-ending meet- 
ing for dear mother and I in the realm beyond. My life 
hung on a thread. All friends had despaired, and my 
dear Doctor Hartmaa prayed, and owned at last 

It was the Prayer of Faith 

that saved me. How kind he was to me ; and how they 
cheered my heart, the doctor, my sister Isadora and dear 
Anna Ripley, as they stood by my bedside the hour I 
came to consciousness and sang: 

11 Ring the bells of Heaven; there is joy to-day, 

For a soul returning from the wild. 
See, the Father meets her out upon the way, 

Welcoming His own beloved child. 
Glory! Glory! how the angels sing ; 

Glory! Glory! how the old harps ring. 
'Tis the ransomed army, like a mighty sea, 
Pealing forth the anthem of the free." 

This was a prelude to the dear life coming, and a result 
and answer to prayer, — my prayer and promise to God as 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 29 

I lay there that I would work for Him if He restored me, 
and I shouted aloud the praises of God. As the sickness 
had been short and dreadful, so the convalescence was 
slow and painful. 

Dear brother, who came the day of mother's death, 
remained with us ; and, when they thought a change of 
scene would do me good, he, though himself weak from 
sickness and sorrow at the loss of dear mother, took me 
in his arms and carried me to a room on the first floor. 
And there, where I could see all, — but the one dearest of 
all, — my heart broke. I had always thought this would 
be the greatest trial of my life, and it was up to that 
time. Here, for the first time, I realized fully my 
mother's absence, and a sadness too deep for tears took 
hold of my heart. It seemed my heart was expandi ng 
and pressing out of the membrane which surrounded it, 
and my loud groans brought every one within hearing 
to my bed. They saw what it was. And first one and 
then another tried to comfort me, and failed, until I 
thought I, too, should die. Then dear Willie took me in 
his arms, and with tears and words of solace touched my 
heart. My tears streamed down, bringing the needed 
relief. Thank God ! 

They were all very kind to me, and a young friend, 
Preston Miller, came in often and sang and played on 
my favorite instrument, the organ, which they had 
rolled into my room for this purpose. Often I joined 
him, as my faith took hold, and though not seeing, 



30 THE VIE W OF ROSES. 

yet believing, I poured out my soul in praise to God, 
singing: 

" Come to the light, 'tis shining for thee ; 
Sweetly the light hath dawned upon me ; 
Once I was blind, but now I can see. 
The light of the world is Jesus.' ' 

Still my sorrow seemed unabated, only when the doctor 
came in and spoke so sweetly of the way of faith in 
Jesus. My faith for my own personal salvation seemed to 
be prospective rather than a present reality. I know 7iow 
that this was my greatest lack ; but I know, too, that at 
the time I little realized the truth of the matter. 



A Presentiment. 

One afternoon, being left alone, I thought I would try 
to drag my weak limbs to the parlor, where my organ 
then stood. It was difficult work. By taking hold of a 
chair or door-knob or table, or anything, in fact, along 
the way, I helped myself to the seat, sat down and leaned 
my head on the music-board till I rested ; then I opened 
on a new piece in the Gospel Hymns, — 

"Not now, my child," 

and read it over with the music, and felt that God gave 
it to me, and that it was to be fulfilled in my life in 
answer to my promise to work for God with entire 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 31 

consecration if he healed me. That song which I then 
sang for the first time has been fulfilled in me with 

A GLORIOUS FUI<FIIJ,MENT, 

and for that reason I give a copy of it below : 

u Not now, my child, a little more rough tossing, 
A little longer on the billows' foam ; 
A few more journeyings in the desert darkness, 
And then the sunshine of thy Father's home. 

Not now, for I have wanderers in the distance, 
And thou must call them in with patient love ; 

Not now, for I have sheep upon the mountains, 
And thou must follow them where'er they rove. 

Not now, for I have loved ones, sad and weary ; 

Wilt thou not cheer them with a kindly smile ? 
Sick ones who need thee in their lonely sorrow, — 

Wilt thou not tend them yet a little while ? 

Not now, for wounded hearts are sorely bleeding, 
And thou must teach those widowed hearts to sing ; 

Not now, for orphans' tears are quickly falling, 
They must be gathered 'neath some sheltering wing. 

Go with the name of Jesus to the dying, 
And speak that name in all its living power ; 

Why should thy fainting heart grow chill and weary ? 
Canst thou not watch with Him one little hour ? 

One little hour, and then the glorious crowning, 
The golden harp-strings and the victor's palm ; 

One little hour, and then the hallelujah ! — 
Eternity's long, deep thanksgiving psalm." 



32 THE VIE W OF ROSES. 

Seeking Opportunity to Do Good. 

As my strength came back again I sought and found 
many ways to speak or act or look for God and humanity. 
This was my chief thought, — how I might accomplish 
this one absorbing desire. At this time I formed the 
acquaintance of a spiritualty minded family by the name 
of Little, and with them attended the meetings, seeking 
to win souls to Christ. With them many an hour was 
spent in singing praise to God. How I loved these 
associations. Some of these have since sought and testi- 
fied to the finding of pure hearts through faith in the 

Atonement 

of our dear Saviour. My desire to do something often 
manifested itself in feeding a tramp, or singing a song 
of salvation to him or to some weary Jew peddler. The 
dear songs so touched my own heart that I longed to 
reach other sad, lonely and afflicted ones, and especially 
the poor, in this way. I cannot remember a time in my 
childhood when I did not have an innate sympathy and 
deep pity for the down-trodden. Brother Samuel and I, 
when the anti-slavery question was at its height, often 
discussed with great enthusiasm the joy that it would 
give us to have enough money to buy up every slave 
south of Mason and Dixon's line and then set them free. 
My convalescence was so slow that I could do but little 
rugged toil for some months. In the mean time dear 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 33 

father, who had so kindly attended me during my sick- 
ness, fell a prey to 

Pneumonia. 

At first it assumed so mild a form we were not alarmed, 
but suddenly it assumed a fatal form, and he, too, was 
taken away from us in the most extreme winter weather. 
How earnestly I besought the Lord to prepare him for 
what so surely seemed to await him. My faith rested 
peacefully in Jesus for the answer, as our dear father 
sunk into the cold embrace of death. Until the last he 
requested us to sing the sweet hymns of praise. Once, 
when we were both well, I had requested him to sing for 
me if I went first ; but now it proved to be my work to 
ask them to sing for him when dying. Oh ! how sorrow- 
ful were the group of children present, — all but Samuel, 
who was then in the far West. We all knelt around his 
bed, and some friends sang, "The angels are hovering 
"round;" and our dear father signaled to us that 
all was well with his soul, and, as we breathed amen to 
a prayer offered up for him by Brother Little his spirit 
took its flight to God. He was prepared for burial, so 
sweetly, as was dear mother, — the cross and anchor of 
pure flowers, with his name and age on a silver plate on 
the casket ; and he too was lain in our lot in Rosehill 
cemetery. Brother Willie and I each had presentiments 
of more sorrow soon to come, as we rode in the carriage 
together to dear father's funeral. Was any family ever 



34 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

so oppressed ? Let the suffering, sorrowing families of 
fallen humanity answer truly, and each will answer— yes! 

Financial Trouble. 

Soon after father's death brother Samuel returned from 
California, desiring to settle up the estate ; and for this 
purpose he advertised extensively the sale of real estate, 
and a large list of stock, household goods, etc. This 
brought together on the day appointed a vast number of 
people. But no sooner had the auctioneer taken his 
stand than the sheriff called him down, and all was 
attached for the note referred to before. The holder of 
it knew at the time that he could do nothing, as 
the law sustained our brother ; but he was rich and 
wanted to take revenge, and was willing to pay for it. 
When the sheriff came into the house and spoke to 
sisters and I about it, our feelings of embarrassment were 
simply crushing, and the open disgrace fearful. The 
sheriff, — what did he care ? Where was his sympathy, as 
with cool and amused indifference he made his state- 
ments? The crowd in the mean time was swiftly dis- 
persing, — no one a word of sympathy. All seemed sur- 
prised, too much so to speak. 

" Earth knows no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure ; " 
and strange as it seemed to all, even to dear Dr. Hart- 
man, who was standing near the front entrance, I 
seated myself at the organ, and with an intense longing 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 35 

to help some poor soul to a better life began singing an 
all-victorious salvation melody. So unusual was this 
that soon the word rang round, " She has been sick, and 
her mind is wandering." " Is she right ? " I think the 
dear angel of the covenant, our dear Jesus, would have 
said : " Yes ; my child's mind is wandering up to me ; 
and by my blood, shed for her, she will soon be right." 
My happiness even then at times, though transient, of 
course, was grand, as my heart's hope took hold of God 
by faith ; and my blessed anticipation of a better time 
coming brought sweet relief from the outward strife of 
that hour. My dear brother, after this scene, remarked 
to us privately that it was well for the man who stopped 
that sale that he did not see him, or, indeed, know that 
he was on the ground, as he was armed in California 
fashion. But God, who is so merciful to his poor, dis- 
obedient people, spared us such a scene of horror as might 
have ensued. My health at this time was only recover- 
ing ; but soon after I began work by teaching music, 
and sewing some, feeling very weary when night came. 
When daily, from my window, I saw the minister, my 
pastor, and his family taking seats in * their lovely 
phaeton for their accustomed ride, I would think, " Oh, 
how I long for them to call upon me and offer sympathy 
in my lonely sorrow and sickness and toil ! " I won- 
dered why they did not, and a feeling of condemnation 
would rise up within me. / k?iow now why they did not, 
and O, so freely, forgive them. 



36 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

Coming Evknts 

were speedily revealed as their dark shadows had been 
cast about our hearts. Every effort to sell failed, and 
my brother returned to the Coast. Soon after, to my 
astonishment, there came to me from him a warranty 
deed to the entire estate, made by law so strong that noth- 
ing could take away my title. This was law, and in the 
sight of men legal ; but to me it seemed simply dreadful, 
and that night I lay awake and wept. And after tam- 
pering with the convictions I left the deed at the 
Recorder's office to be recorded, and employed a real 
estate agent, and soon a buyer came to me, after my dear 
old Aunt Rachael had told him that "What I said I 
would do, he might depend upon it." The transfer was 
made, and the proper share of each heir was promptly 
set out as my brother and the family had agreed upon 
during my sickness. Once more we were at rest. My 
brother, subsequent to the attempted sale, had filed a 
bill for the quieting of the title, which was granted him 
at a great expense of money and mind. In the mean time 
he had married, and in due time a little girl was given 
him ; and her little heart, the heart of Minnie Rose, and 
her papa, were knit together in a strange, deep love for 
an infant and a man past the prime of life. The mother 
failed of an abiding affection and that tender solicitude 
which mostly characterizes, or should characterize, the 
affections of one in such a relation. My brother felt this 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 37 

sorely, and at once made known his desires to me to come 
and have the care of the little one so precious to his 
heart. Time and again he wrote to this effect. I saw 
many impediments in the way, but most of all dreaded 
to leave the society of my staid old State, Ohio, and come 
upon the fast and reckless scenes of the Western coast. 
My previous kindness to him, myself preparing his wed- 
ding feast and entertainment, and presiding over the 
home when he had it in charge, and in adjusting his busi- 
ness so satisfactorily to him, added to the fact of loaning 
him a nice sum of several hundred, all of which involved 
much care, labor and trouble of mind, seemed to bind me 
to him; and he depended upon me instead of his Saviour; 
and soon following upon the former events there came to 
me one day, where I was visiting a friend, 

Another Startling Event. 

Taking out my mail from the postoffice I observed an 
official document. It was another warranty deed from 
my brother made as solid as the rock of law could make 
it, to a valuable piece of real estate in Nevada. I was 
shocked, surprised and sad, knowing full well by past 
experience where such measures would end. A few 
more days and nights of weeping for me were speedily 
followed by still more awful deep and heartrending sor- 
row. This last document I received w T as followed by a 
dispatch in a few days announcing the 



38 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

Murder of Our Dear Brother SamueIv. 

My brother-in-law read the news to dear sister Effie 
and I. She was in the act of cutting out a garment, and 
I sat at leisure near her. When the shock rolled over 
our hearts, each of us instinctively clasped our hands 
about them as if to stop their bounding, breaking power. 
Oh! such grief. Sister was in a delicate state of health. 
Premature sickness was the result. For six weeks I 
watched with her, determining as soon as her recovery to 
go to the scene of sorrow, and comply with my brother's 
long-cherished desire for me to care for and educate his 
child, and, if possible, also to comfort the widow. Every 
night we wept ourselves to sleep. This, to our remaining 
family, seemed the hardest of all the very hard blows 
endured, When nearly a week had passed, a long, sad 
and extremely grievous letter, on Thanksgiving day, 
explaining the case, reached us, and was read with 
breathless interest. A good deal of mystery then and yet 
hangs about the affair, but this was the statement received: 
On Saturday night brother was away from his home at 
his accustomed work, orchestral playing, and returning 
home found the little one sick, as was often the case. 
On Sunday evening he watched with her, and growing 
restless started for a doctor, saying, "I will be back in 
half an hour." Not finding the doctor in his office he 
started for his residence. His knocks at the door not 
bringing any one to him he called out for the doctor. 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 39 

The doctor's wife being alone was frightened and fired a 
revolver through the door. He was hard of hearing, 
and she stated that she had requested him to go away. 
This to some seemed plausible, but not those who had 
seen his worst known enemy follow him in the direction 

of Dr. S 's. However, I leave these sorrowful and 

sinful scenes for eternity to reveal, if the Lord in His 
goodness does not reveal them sooner. What bore me 
up as with a mighty power was this: Just at that fatal 
hour I was in my room two thousand miles away pour- 
ing out my soul to God in prayer for that brother, and by 
a neighbor near the scene he was heard in his dying 
throes to be calling upon God. This to me — this hope of 
a saved brother calling upon the Lord for himself and his 
dear little one — gave me a blessed relief which took away 
the sting. My dear brother was found by a night watch- 
man a few rods from where the deed was supposed to 
have been done, —found having been in a kneeling 
position. He was borne to the morgue, and from there 
to his home, and the next day the funeral, through dear 
brother Willie's plan, took place from the M.-K. Church. 
Near Laurel Avenue a hand upon his tombstone points 
toward heaven, where sometime soon I hope to see dear 
brother ; and, as sure as our Father through Jesus' name 
hears and answers the prayer of faith, my hope is well 
grounded. Praise the Lord ! To our dear brother 
Willie living in the place this was an awful blow. He 
was declining in health, and his wife an invalid ; but our 



40 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

merciful Saviour whom he sought in childhood was 
very kind to him and sent him means and comfort. 

Effik's Recovery 

once effected, I was soon in readiness for my journey to 
the town of Reno, where these recent scenes had taken 
place. Bidding dear Effie, who stood in the door with 
tearful eye, a loving farewell, some dear friends met me 
at the train, and my brother-in-law accompanied me to 
the nearest city. Passing through Indianapolis, near 
where sister Isadora was teaching, I took a lay-over 
check and visited her for a day and night. This gave 
each one of us a sweet pleasure. In Council Bluffs I 
stopped once more till the west-bound train made up, 
and visited briefly a nephew and family of my dear Syl- 
vanus. This, too, afforded great relief on such a mission. 
They bade me God speed, loading me down with good 
things, when dear Sanford took me again to my train. 
Cold and dreary was the journey over the desert and 
plains and table land against high head winds. But 
every comfort and available blessing was mine. The 
blessed Word of God which I read daily, and hope 
through him, gave a new zest to this strange work of 
Providence. 

At times I was quite contented. A family of gold- 
miners from California returning from Europe were very 
kind to me, and all the more so as my nephew had 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 41 

related to them my recent affliction and the occasion of 
my tour. Very pleasant was our intercourse. They were 
not Christians, but seemed sober, moral and refined. 
We were constant companions, the lady and I, and 
formed a sweet friendship which led to a promise to cor- 
respond. They attended me to the last, till Reno was 
reached, when they escorted me to a waiting-room in the 
depot, and bidding me good-by boarded their train. 
How fearful was this waiting in a sitting-room adjoin- 
ing a saloon full of drunken men, asleep or awake. At 
2 a. m. my brother Willie, to whom I had wired, came 
for me. O, the mingled joy and sadness of that meeting, 
— my joy through the hope in Jesus, and meeting him, 
and his joy at seeing me, and the recent arrival of a 
dear little boy, Paul, a few days previous, and our 
mutual sorrow in the loss of our brother in that terrible 
manner. 

Sorrowing and Rejoicing 

is not only given to the saints in all the fullness of God, 
but in all the forms of life the sweet and the bitter seem 
to go together, either alternating or blending in one. I 
arrived just in time for a lovely Christmas dinner and 
reception given us by a cousin living in the place. 
There I met my sister-in-law for the third time, having 
seen her for a few hours at a time twice before. It was 
then I saw my dear little niece, my brother's only child, 



42 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

Minnie, for the first time. My sister-in-law and I at 
once took rented rooms, for she had sold her home my 
brother had just before his death deeded to her. "Be 
not unequally yoked together with unbelievers," was a 
command I soon found myself to be disobeying. Each 
day brought fresh trials from this cause. My zeal for 
the sister and the child continued until it seemed alto- 
gether impracticable for me to remain with them. For 
nine months they were my constant care to do them 
good, bearing many burdens of toil. 

My brother being indebted to me in some ways I made 
up my mind to accept the property, as it was his purpose 
to see me paid, and he had made the transfer of his own 
free will without my knowledge. I allowed her as ad- 
ministratrix to offer it for sale, intending to deal honestly, 
paying off all his debts if possible, and using the rest for 
sister and Minnie's good as well as for my own. I did 
not dream but this could be done easily enough. But 
soon, alas ! I found her associations so different from 
those I desired that we daily grew apart instead of 
together. Her course of conduct toward me in various 
dealings caused me in discouragement to give up morn- 
ing and evening worship with her. Thenceforward my 
prayers were in secret. Daily, however, I poured out 
my soul in holy song, and the music of the sweet- toned 
instrument I had rented made our home pleasanter by 
far. Reports of advantage taken, and the unmistakable 
truth of these tales, filled me with sorrowful apprehension 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 43 

of where these things would end, but with a zeal born of 
heaven I endured, — 

Praying Without Ceasing. 

One day sister wanted to go out and take the child in 
the cab. The little one, who always loved the very sight 
of her little carriage, cried and seemed sick. It was a 
very bad day. I begged her not to take her out, to 
which she complied. I then went off to my work, and 
soon observed that she had taken her out in the wind- 
storm, returning with a very sick child. The doctor 
next door was consulted, and thought nothing much ailed 
her. I treated her as he directed, and the next day 
when the doctor called again little Minnie was in a 
comatose state. The doctor trembled as he bent over 
the little crib. I asked him if I could sponge her off. 
He said, " Do anything you want to." I took the dear 
little thing to God ; and without further consultation 
with the doctor or any one else she was soon out of 
danger, and returning to a comfortable state of health, 
her mother looking on afar off during these scenes of 
watching and ministering. In ten short months there 
seemed every indication that she was planning to marry. 
This surprised and grieved me beyond measure on 
account of the person in view. He had just come upon 
the. scene from the capital, where he had been confined 
for some time previous for wife-slaughter. This seemed 



44 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

the affinity. Friends came and advised, begging for 
little Minnie's sake if for no other, but to no avail. 
About the time of these revelations, my deed, the 
primary having been relinquished to the lawyer acting 
for the administratrix and for me also. I found that I 
was being deceived in the whole scheme, both hy the 
lawyer and his client. This was very aggravating, as I 
had since my arrival paid off with my last money over 
eleven hundred dollars, taking off a mortgage on the 
estate, thus relieving it of all embarrassment. My defect 
in hearing gave cause for anxiety also, this blocking up 
my way for teaching. About this time I remembered 
the invitation of my California friends to come and visit 
them. I wrote to them accordingly, though the estate 
was far from being settled. Before starting I procured 
the services of another lawyer, contracting for a certain 
price with him to see that my right was obtained. Just 
before the day appointed for the sale of the property I 
received a telegram from ray lawyer stating that he was 
not well, and could not attend the sale the next day. at 
one o'clock. All this time I was leaving the matter to 
God, — to decide for vie according to His will, yet feeling 
justified in making an effort to at least save something 
for my own needs. During a conversation with my 
lawyer just before leaving for California, when I asked 
how I should be sure that she would pa}' me the money 
due me at the sale of the property, he frankly replied, 
' ' You could appoint some one to go and bid it mforyoic 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 45 

if you wanted to." At once I spoke to the dear friend I 
was visiting, and told her I was in trouble. She sent for 
a neighbor attorney. Briefly, but definitely, I stated the 
facts to him. He advised me to at once wire to some 
friend, if I had such in the place, to buy it in for me at 
the exact value, not more or less. I did so, and the 
next day my cousin dispatched to me saying, — 

"The Property is Yours." 

At the moment the operator came to my door to deliver 
this message I was on my knees begging God to with- 
hold it or give it freely as was His will, feeling sure He 
was able and willing to provide for me. Even in those 
days I could not but submit everything to Him, beseech- 
Him to make me submit and fully trust Him. In a few 
days I received a letter full of wrath, but still I desired 
to do them good with all the means available. For this 
purpose I returned at once to Reno. One thing remained 
to be done. The public administrator had to give his 
signature to the transaction, as her marriage, which had 
already taken place, cut off her power to act further in 
the case. 

Interview with My Attorney. 

He knew not what to do ; but, with a firm blow of his 
fist upon the desk, he said, "I know who is doing this 
now, and if this is not settled for you it will be because 



46 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

it can't be done." And it was, in a few days more. 
My trial during these scenes was extreme. At times, 
while trying to pray, as I never once gave up this form 
of worship, it seemed I should despair instead of trust. 
To get to see my brother's child was denied me. 
Various threats came instead. I suffered much. What- 
ever had been my sins 1 had hitherto been untrammeled 
by such relationships and such transactions. Being out- 
wardly honest from habitual training, and by honest 
toil loving my chosen life-work, and faithfully following 
it up, each day committing myself to the Lord for 
guidance and blessing, my journals written even in my 
school days bearing me witness. 

Wedlock. 

During my stay in California, which far transcended 
anything I had ever witnessed before in majesty of 
scenery, beauties of travel and hospitality of entertain- 
ment, I formed the acquaintance of one who proved a 
friend in need. This friend was Francis M. Peck, of 
Yuba County. His life had been the opposite of mine 
in opposite forms. He had been devoted to the dance 
and other worldly influences which I had escaped. When 
he made the proposition of marriage I was much sur- 
prised, not being accustomed to California style. I told 
him frankly I could not marry one not a Christian. He 
then stated his weariness of the life he led, and had long 



THE VIE W OF ROSES. 47 

desired to be a Christian, which he fully intended to do. 
This changed the matter, and with his promise to join 
the people of God we plighted our faith to unite our 
fortunes for life. A ring was placed upon my finger, 
and as soon as my business in Reno was completed I 
journeyed to Nevada City, California, where I rested 
at the International Hotel for one week. He then joined 
me there, and on that very day, February 21, 1881, at 
the Methodist parsonage, Brother Jonathan L. Mann, of 
the California Conference, performed the ceremony which 
made us man and wife. 

The View of Roses. 

Once before leaving my native State for the Pacific 
Coast I had a dream which I related next day to our 
pastor's wife. I saw in the sky millions of roses. The 
sky was everywhere full of them, — roses in full bloom. 
All at once they took the form of wreaths, until the 
whole expanse above was literally filled with wreaths of 
blooming beauty. My California and Nevada experience 
seemed a real fulfillment of this dream, constantly, 
intensifying as the days passed by. The power was 
from above, from our Father in heaven. He went 
before His child who earnestly sought Him, never giving 
it up in discouragement. 

Our wedding tour lay over the Sierra and down the 
ravines, along the vines and flowers which even then 



48 THE VIE W GF ROSES. 

were springing up in lovely forms of beauty, and under 
the sunny skies which shed a halo of glowing light, 
indicative of future good. Our span of horses, used to 
mountain journeys, made the time in haste. After rest- 
ing over the first evening at San Juan, we reached the 
village of Camptonville, which was to be our home for 
the time being. After dinner at the hotel, once owned 
as a partner by my husband, we walked around the 
square to his home in the suburbs, being a pretty ranch, 
with flowers and fields and gardens and fruits of lovely 
variety, hue and flavor. An order from the grocery, the 
neat and clean pantry w T as supplied ; and, after a cozy 
little supper was over, we merely looked in upon a com- 
pany of friends who were at Army Hall making merry 
on Washington's birthday. This was our last in such 
scenes. My husband vowed it could not be the world 
and the Lord too. We started out for life to seek 



Holiness Unto the Lord. 

The dear old Bible was taken up by my new friend, 
and one of Isaiah's beautiful pen pictures presented 
to our minds, as with charming voice he read ; and then 
we knelt for the first time in such relations, and fervently 
besought the Saviour to bless us together and make us 
of one heart and mind. We were deeply in earnest, 
hence Satan was roused from his lair and made the con- 
flict a hot one ; but, thank God, at this writing victory 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 49 

perches upon our banners, and we are running up the 
shining way. 

Battles for Eternal Life. 

The merry mountaineers sadly missed their comrade 
and my pleasant comminglings in their social ways, and 
some of them fought us. We took a firm stand for 
temperance, refusing the wine cup so often proffered in 
this land of the lovely grape. My husband's ambition 
was to be a temperance lecturer and a Christian of the 
highest type. This desire was partially realized when he 
delivered in our village some original lectures on the sub- 
ject, which made them open their eyes, and which 
brought to me one day a saloon-keeper's wife with threats. 
" It was my fault," she said, and "we were ruining her 
husband's business, and he was old and unable to work." 
Well for her that she made her exit just before my hus- 
band's return. I fear he would have fallen from grace 
long enough to give her trouble. We were members of 
the I. O. G. T. The loose manner in which it was con- 
ducted brought forth our severe criticism, and all the 
more when some favorite of society was permitted to 
hold his membership and still go on drinking. They 
heeded not our entreaties for reverence when the chaplain 
performed her service, and after waiting patiently for 
awhile we quietly withdrew. 



50 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

Joining the Church. 

Brother Hazen, of the California Conference, made 
occasional visits to the village to preach. Upon one of 
these occasions he admitted my husband into the Metho- 
dist ranks. Seeing his zeal and earnest search after a 
good life, felt that he should preach. To this end he gave 
him a cop}' of Wesley's sermons, requesting him to read 
one on Sunda}\ He complied, taking the text, ' ' Awake, 
thou that sleepest, and arise from the dead, and Christ 
shall give thee light." Reverently he conducted the 
meeting while some of his former friends sat on the back 
seat making fun. From this time he was brought into 
service on funeral and other occasions when no minister 
was at hand. 

Sunday School. 

My delight ran high with every promotion of my hus- 
band in good works. So when he was called to the 
superintendency of the Camp ton ville Sunday School, and 
myself to the organist's seat, we two plied all our united 
zeal in preparation and in carrying out this blessed work 
of love. Week after week meeting in the hall to practice 
music, and fitting ourselves as we should for the respon- 
sible place. Prejudice graduall} T gave way as they saw 
we meant to go through. In a short time we had many 
3'oung friends on our list, and the school was pronounced 
a success. As for us, we rejoiced ; and whether it rained 
or snowed or shone we were always blessed with strength 



THE VIEW OF ROSES, 51 

and purpose to be present. One snowstorm was so terri- 
ble that only the janitor and we were there ; but we went 
through the service all the same. One thing in my hus- 
band's character, — he had the 4< hold-on " feature, which 
characterized his work now in this blessed field as it did 
when, proprietor of the hotel, he persisted in making 
money behind the bar. This latter fact I never knew till 
after our marriage. A little incident right here I will 
relate to show how sweetly the Saviour shielded us from 
going back into old habits of intemperance. One day 
my husband brought home some baker's beer, which he 
said was ' ' innocent. ' ' I looked at the white bottles for 
a moment, and then said firmly, "That may be, but I 
shall not taste one drop of it. ' ' He replied, ' ' Very well, 
I shall not drink anything which my wife will not," and 
he forthwith took the beer back to the baker. When 
the day came for us to leave Camptonville, and we held 
the last session of Sunday school, many eyes wept, and we 
felt the power of the sweet, christian friendship formed 
therein, and also the keen sorrow of leaving those tender 
little ones to other hands. 

The Revival. 

Brother Hazen once appointed a time for conducting 
revival services. As we entertained him and the elder 
also we were all in readiness, and felt within us a strong 
desire for a holy life. We longed for something spiritual 



52 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

which was deeper and more satisfying, though at times 
the spirit melted us to tears at our family altar, and 
some friends who visited us were convicted also and 
blessed. We looked for a blessing which would be real 
and abiding. To this effect we attended the prayer 
meetings in the Welch church (there was no Methodist 
church in the place), just around the corner from us, 
until the brother who had charge closed the house. I 
remember yet the last night we went, not knowing but 
there would be a meeting. We sat a long time upon the 
steps, and then went reluctantly home. These and 
many others were the preparations for the promised 
revival, as we felt ourselves 

Hungering and Thirsting After Righteousness. 

The brother came at the time appointed, and put up at 
our house and opened the meeting at the Temperance 
Hall, where nearly all the religious services were held. 
The next day the pastor, Brother Hazen, while visiting 
some worldly people, was requested to attend a May day 
picnic, which invitation he accepted. When he stated to 
us his intention of stopping the meeting one day for 
that purpose we were incensed, feeling sure it would 
greatly interfere with the meetings in view. We plainly 
stated this to him, but he was incorrigible and would 
not be put off. As he was at our house we knew it 
would give occasion against us if we did not go ; hence 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 53 

I baked a lovely cake, being determined in whatever I 
did not to be behind. We all went. The dear brother 
felt assured that " now we had them," and that in the 
evening they would all come and get saved. We all 
played the agreeable that day, and feasted upon good 
things and had a pleasant, worldly time. That night we 
all — the villagers — went, but not to the meeting. The 
greater part saved up the best part of the refreshments 
and had a dance party. Being disappointed, husband 
and I let these things hinder our getting the blessing. 
After all, the meetings were not in vain. Some good in 
answer to prayer was accomplished. One dear sister 
turned unto the Lord, others were revived, and we 
resolved to persevere in believing. Now we can look 
back and see that if we could only have believed for the 
blessing in the present tense, and not set a time in the 
future, and that depending on circumstances, we might 
have obtained it then. 

' ' Thus far the Lord hath led us on ; 

Thus far His power prolongs our days ; 
And every evening shall make known 
Some fresh memorial of His grace." 

Departure for the East. 

For two reasons was the change made, namely, in 
behalf of my husband's two children in New York, at 
mother Peck's there, by request of their mother in her 



54 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

last moments, and an interest in the property, previously 
mentioned, which, in the mean time, had again been lost 
to me in this way. The party opposing me attached it 
by charging me an enormous board bill as a last resort 
of revenge. I had been duly apprised of this by a sum- 
mons to appear in a suit at law, which, after deliberation, 
prayer and consultation with my husband, I concluded 
not to do. However, to offset this, rather to show the 
unfairness of the proceeding, I sent in a bill for service 
rendered during the time, which was greater than the 
amount I was attached for. I remembered the Scripture, 
which says : ' ' Ye go to law with unbelievers. Why do ye 
not rather suffer wrong ? ' ' And I concluded it should 
go by default rather than to appear. It did. We were 
satisfied, and were willing to work and to trust. It was 
sold, and my previous lawyer bought it for a mere trifle, 
as real estate had greatly depreciated in value. Going 
East, we stopped in the place to visit brother Willie and 
his family. Here some parties who knew of these mat- 
ters came to us and informed us that there was a clause 
in the law in the case in point where, if we chose to do 
so, my husband could pay off the costs up to that time, 
which were considerable, and hold the property in his 
name. We carefulty considered it, and finally determined 
that it would be right to do so, and especially in view of 
the fact that at the first sale it had by strategy been 
divided and offered in two separate lots, the one being 
taken up by the child's mother and her husband. We 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 55 

supposed this would end the business without further 
litigation. My husband paid off all, and I made him a 
deed, and the rents, which had been accruing in the 
attorney's term of holding it, were now paid over to my 
husband. About or soon after this time we received 
word from Mother Peck that ' ' she did not know how 
she could do without the children, as they were so much 
company for her in her recent widowhood." My hus- 
band said in reply that, "as she had cared for them 
when babes, now, as they were able to help her some, it 
should be as she said." Hence we located in the town 
of Reno, and this proved to be one of the best Provi- 
dences yet experienced. 

Skkking Jksus 

amidst such scenes of holding on to the things of the 
world, in a wavering way, is slow work indeed ; but as 
we were both really in earnest, desiring Christ, His 
mercy was very great to us. " Behold, how great is the 
goodness which the Lord hath lain up for those who love 
Him, — for those who trust in Him before the sons of 
men." In a manner I had done this from my earliest 
days. This fact, with all my double- mindedness, often 
manifested itself, and even in my earlier stages of grace 
sometimes made me the subject of ridicule. Take some 
incidents in question, though it be a disgression. While 
taking a course at a normal institute I was appointed 



56 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

to select a piece from the reader and read on the plat- 
form at a stated time. I practiced a very pretty little 
prayer, and reverently offered it up, looking heavenward, 
as the case demanded, to the extreme amusement of some 
pupils of very good taste in some things. Also, when 
we as children, with our cousins and playmates, held 
our prayer meetings, I would not allow anything other 
than a solemn and reverent form of worship upon the 
part of any of the younger children. I can hardly re- 
member of hearing profanity, or anything rude or wicked, 
without reproving it. Always seeking the exact right 
in everything, yet not knowing how, by a present 
faith for a present purpose, to always appropriate the 
power of God, but seeking to exert my own power, not 
realizing that my "righteousness was as filthy rags." 
O, how wily is Satan toward one going on in an out- 
ward form of good works. However, the Lord suffers 
us, and "we account His long suffering salvation." 
However our cases may have appeared to others, we 
were ' ' preparing the way of the Lord" by adopting His 
precepts, and seeking to follow them wholly. This 
precious Friend we ever sought in His word, and in 
daily prayer, " morning, noon and night." The regular 
means of grace, the preaching, class meetings, Sun- 
day school and prayer meetings, were regularly attended, 
and taken part in with no small interest. Denouncing 
sin wherever seen, and seeing it in others oftener than 
in ourselves of course. The Saviour lets us out in that 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 57 

way. We can stand it better ; and at last in His mercy 
He gives us an inner view of ourselves, and a willingness 
to denounce and crucify self. 

Two Incidents 

will show our firmness in resisting some evils upon which 
God was letting down light. The silver wedding of 
our pastor and wife in the church was made known by 
expensive cards sent out by mail. We, my husband and 
I, even dared to get the ill will of those interested in this 
worldly movement by declining the invitation in the 
favor of some charity on the same night. Another time, 
when a festival was held in the church on a Saturday 
night, and my husband, who acted at the time as janitor, 
cleaned up for several hours the next morning, picking 
the popcorn out of the thick woolen carpet, and upon 
coming home found that he would not have time to dress 
and attend church, deliberately declined that work any 
longer, plainly and forcibly stating his reasons. This 
aroused a good deal of feeling on the part of some who 
were in power. As previously stated, our residence in 
Reno was leading us to the very best of Providences. 
We slowly yielded, yet we were yielding to His blessed 
will. After joining the lodge (I. O. G. T.) again in a 
fit of temperance enthusiasm in Reno, the very same 
difficulties arose as those which characterized the work 
in Camptonville — lightness, lack of thoroughness and 



5 8 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

aggressiveness. Again we retired from it. This time I 
led out, and, while dear husband continued awhile longer, 
I spent the long evenings in m}^ room at our boarding- 
house alone. Thank God ! It drove me to Him with 
more intense longing than ever before, as I clearly saw 
that I could look to no earthly good for permanent hap- 
piness. The Lord was drawing us and ' ' fashioning our 
hearts alike," and soon my husband withdrew, after 
making some stirring speeches in favor of a more aggres- 
sive warfare than the dry forms of the regalia and the 
initiation and light society trifling. 

Holiness. 

There came at this time, after we had lived one year in 
the town of Reno, a family from Oakland who took up 
their residence in Reno. The lady, Sister Augustine, 
came to the meetings, and husband and I recognized at 
once in her testimonies and in her looks a victory and a 
triumph of faith which we were not used to seeing, and 
which we did not possess. We called upon her. She 
professed the blessing of holiness of heart. She also in- 
structed us on the subject, and our privilege and duty 
of, at once, "entering in" by faith. This was Saturday 
night. On leaving her house she placed in my hands 
Hannah Whithall Smith's little book, "The Christian's 
Secret of a Happy Life." I took it with me, and by the 
next day had read enough in it to get much light as to 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 59 

the way, the simple way, of claiming the blessing ' ' now " 
by faith. These were all the I^ord's helps, and not 
man's after all. And so sweetly He was leading when 
He saw our readiness, and the yielding up of our wills. 
After church the next day husband came to me and 
said, " I am not satisfied with my Christian experience." 
Said I in answer: "Neither am I satisfied with mine. 
Let us go at once to God and get the blessing of holi- 
ness." We went, and the blessing came. Jesus came. 
We approached Him in this way. First we knelt and 
sang a faith hymn, — the following : 

Come Beueving. 

" Once again the gospel message 
From the Saviour you have heard. 
Will you heed the invitation ? 

Will you turn and seek the Lord ? 
Chorus. 
Come believing, come believing ; 

Come to Jesus, look and live ! 

Come believing, Come believing ; 

Come to Jesus, look and live ! 

Many summers you have wasted ; 

Ripened harvests you have seen ; 
Winter snows by spring have melted ; 

Yet you linger in your sin. 

Jesus for your choice is waiting ; 

Tarry not, at once decide ; 
While His spirit now is striving, 

Build and seek the Saviour's side. 



60 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

Cease of fitness to be thinking ; 

Do not longer try to feel; 
It is trusting and not feeling 

That will give the Spirit's seal. 

Let your will to God be given; 

Trust in Christ's atoning blood. 
Look to Jesus, now in heaven ; 

Rest on His unchanging word." 

After singing these precious words and reading the 
first chapter of Philippians, we, each in turn, poured out 
our souls to God in earnest prayer. The witness of faith 
was given me, and I do not think I would ever again have 
asked for the blessing so sure was I of receiving. I 
remember of believing that the word in this chapter was 
ours from God to us then and there for us in the blessed 
fulfillment, and that was rest — the rest which faith brings. 
Hallelujah! We arose sweetly refreshed, and, for the 
present, satisfied. The apostle in this chapter, by the 
Spirit, had promised "peace" and "grace." Thanks 
were given for our ' ' fellowship ' ' from the first day until 
now. ' ' Bei?ig confident of this very thing, that He who 
hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the 
day of Jesus Christ." The apostle assured us that we 
were "partakers of His grace," and "that He longed 
after us ; " and he prayed " that our love might abound 
yet more and more in knowledge and in all judgment ; " 
that we "might approve things that are excellent;" 
that we ' ' might be sincere and without offense till the 



THE VIEW OF ROSES, 61 

day of Christ, being filled with the fruits of righteousness 
which are by Jesus Christ, unto the glory and praise of 
God." Upon these good things we stepped by faith and 
soon felt the rock beneath our feet. Just analyze these 
good words and look at them one by one : 

i.— Gift of: " Grace" and "peace." 

2. — "Thanksgiving for us." 

3. — " Faith in His work in us." 

4. — "Assurance that we are {now) partakers of His 
grace. ' ' 

5. — " Iyonging after us." (Think of it! even longing 
after us.) 

6. — "That our love might abound more and more in 
knowledge and in all judgment." 

7. — "That we might approve things which are 
excellent." 

8. — "That we might be sincere and without offense till 
the day of Christ." 

9. — "Being filled with the fruits of righteousness 
which are by Jesus Christ. ' ' 

10. — "To the glory and praise of God." 

Could anything be more replete, more solid, more secure, 
more satisfactory, more full of hope and comfort ? I remem- 
ber what a vSweet and restful and quiet state of feeling 
possessed us. At the time we said nothing more, as if 
a real contract had been closed in with, and we had no 
further apprehension as to the results. As for myself, I 



62 THE VIEW GF ROSES. 

remember of continuing my faith in this way — by occas- 
ionally repeating the words of St. Paul : "I am crucified 
with Christ, nevertheless I live : yet. not I. but Christ 
liveth in me." 

Revelations of the Spirit. 

The next morning, having adjusted all my work, my 
boarder and my husband being away from the house, 
and I alone, just after making my toilet, and while in 
the act of passing through the parlor, a glorious guest 
presented himself to me. He was Jesus, our Saviour. 
Quicker than I can write one word the light which filled 
and surrounded me revealed thousands of marvelous, 
wonderful and precious truths in Christ Jesus. His 
matchless beauty and grace shone down upon me, as 
He seemed to be standing at my right hand. In an 
instant His word with mighty power flowed through 
my heart, and witnessed to me the pardon of all my 
many sins. The peace and joy of this knowledge cannot 
be told. O. His love ! I stood in adoring silence. — in 
speechless adoration. In a moment I saw and knew 
that the Bible, from the beginning of Genesis to the end 
of Revelations, was truth, God's mighty truth. While 
these revelations were all within there seemed to come, 
also, a clearness of external vision : the very grass on the 
lawn seemed to shine. A heavenly beauty indwelt and 
enshrouded me. He lifted upon me '"'the light of His 



THE VIE W OF ROSES. 63 

countenance." O, the love Divine! it seemed to break 
my very heart with its sweet and tender meltings. A 
measure of all the graces of the Spirit was bequeathed 
me, and, as far as feeling went, I was as pure as an 
angel. Our dear Jesus stayed at my side, manifesting to 
my soul's consciousness His glorious presence, giving 
"life" for the first time. It was then I knew the mean- 
ing of that vital word, " Eternal life," — " power" — for 
the first time. I realized what the strength of Jehovah 
meant. " Wisdom," — my finite mind seemed for once to 
know "wisdom," — even Jesus, "who is made unto us 
wisdom. " " Beauty and grace ! ' ' Did I ever dream 
that He, "the fairest among ten thousand," could be 
half so lovely and gracious ? Indeed, I did not. Meek- 
ness ! He, the mighty, grand and blessed God, seemed 
to meet me, — to come right down on a level with me. 
This knowledge seemed too great for me, — the weight 
of it and the intensity of joy in my newly found treas- 
ure. The wonder is that I retained my consciousness 
through all the heavenly ceremonies of this ro}^al intro- 
duction. Selah ! the psalmist was wont to write. He 
failed to express the full meaning and delight of the 
holy union. Would that I could tell the hallowed, 
heavenly, tranquil serenity which pervaded my entire 
being during this scene of my Saviour standing there 
at my side in that humble cottage. I saw nothing with 
the outer eye ; but feeling was now added to faith. I 
knew Him \yhom my soul loved. 



64 THE VIE W OF ROSES. 

And thus it was, dear reader, that I became ' ' a new- 
creature, " as " old things passed away' ' under the power 
of the Holy Spirit's revealings ofmy loving, living, risen 
Saviour. I do not remember of speaking to an}' one but 
once for three days. "I pondered these things in my 
heart. ' ' All this time the glorious guest was ever with me. 
I had come to " the waters of Shiloh, which flow softly," 
and I walked "softly," as if afraid my gentle., tender, 
precious One would withdraw His shining presence. 

Xow this was the beginning of what I believed for. 
This was incipient sanctification, the "new birth," the 
"living in the spirit," "forgiveness of sins," "justifi- 
cation by faith." Cleared indeed was I of all my com- 
mitted sins ; and / knew it, hallelujah ! with a sense of 
continual joy. Sprinkled from an evil conscience, 
blessed regeneration, blessed quickening, blessed Sa- 
viour ! Abba, Father, O, how dearly wert Thou revealed 
unto me in Jesus ! Blessed Father, blessed Sanctifier ! 
Glory to God. Thrice glory to God and the Father for- 
evermore, amen ! My feeling was that of rest concerning 
my salvation, and perfect satisfaction concerning every- 
thing. It seemed that my spirit was caught up into 
heaven, and the beatitudes of the eternal realm pos- 
sessed me, filied me. Glory to God ! 

The Holy Ghost Teaching Me. 
Previously, I remember of thinking that such a sweet 
blessing as this would be the end — a kind of finish to 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 65 

the Christian life. But, behold ! it was only the begin- 
ning. I was now a babe, — a child of the kingdom. 
The Holy Spirit now in His tender love began to feed 
me, to protect me, to provide for and to teach and to 
guide me. I seemed enfolded in the arms of Almighty 
IyOve, — resting and getting strength after this transition 
from darkness to light, — just as the new born babe in its 
mother's arms lies softly, quietly sleeping, and drawing 
nourishment from her loving breast ; not realizing 
or knowing how, or thinking anything about it. Too 
safe and contented to speculate on these relations, and 
altogether unable to discuss them. But later on, as the 
little child is taught to beware of danger by running 
into danger, so was I of the spirit taught. At the end 
of the third day, it being May 30, 1883, my husband and 
I went to the opera house, where decoration services were 
being held. In taking this step I was all the while moved 
not to go. I really did not desire anything of the kind. 
Yet I went — my happiness all the while flowing on 
within. While there my face was so radiant with 
Heavenly joy as to attract the attention of even little 
children, and I longed to put my arms around them all, 
as my love flowed so abundantly. 

The First Lksson. 

As I before stated I really felt led not to go ; but once 
there I began, by my inward monitor, to know that even 

6 



66 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

with the show of goodness in such services it was no 
place for me ; that I belonged to a kingdom not of this 
world. As the band poured out their loud strains of 
national melodies ; and a certain lady, in all the possible 
beauty of worldly attire, stood upon the stage reciting a 
national poem. I knew that such honors were not in glory 
to His dear name — whose I now was. I resolved that I 
would henceforth absent myself from all such worldly 
associations in the future. The services over, on our 
way home my husband stepped into his store, and I 
walked on alone. Passing a millinery store, and hap- 
pening to look at the show window, I thought of a wreath 
which I had sometime previously made up my mind to 
purchase, and ^impulsively started into the store. In an 
instant the Spirit impressed me not to buy the flowers. 
As for me I felt instantty an aversion to anything of the 
kind. Having so precious a Saviour satisfied me, and I 
knew that I did not now love wordly adornments. But 
my heart was so light and gay, and the saleslady seemed 
so sweet, that just to please her I bought a wreath of 
flowers for seventy-five cents, getting the cheapest one 
possible. But, alas ! as I passed the threshold of that 
door Jesus passed the threshold of my heart ; and, instead 
of " Christ within," that little straw-colored wreath was 
hung up within for my soul to look upon. O, what in- 
describable sorrow passed through me ; and Jesus, my one 
loved treasure, had fled from my view, and an object of 
loathing hung up in my spiritual sky insinuating itself 



THE VIE W OF ROSES. 67 

to my utter grief. I thought I should die to have Him 
thus absent Himself. My misery was utterly indescrib- 
able. I walked home and out into the yard, and as by 
the force of habit went about my evening duties, more 
mechanically than interestedly. And now the Devil set 
in with his temptations trying to cheat me with his 
voice, which I would not follow ; for the Holy Spirit held 
His child still, though " for a small moment He hid His 
face from me." I trusted. My faith held as an anchor. 
Having seen and known my Saviour, how could I but 
trust Him. I felt that my feet were on the everlasting 
rock, and thus I was taught to grow up into Him, deny- 
ing worldly pleasures. My faith was once more re- 
warded. As I walked into the parlor where Jesus first 
met me, and reflected upon these wonderful dealings, 
and sitting down upon a sofa, — behold ! my dear Jesus 
once more appeared to me as before in all His loving 
nature and beauty ; and then it was that I wanted to fall 
at His blessed feet, and to ask nothing more henceforth 
and forever but to lie there prostrate before Him, and 
worship His blessed name through all the eternal ages to 
come. But something besides enjoyment must come 
to the spiritual as well as to the natural child. There 
must be teaching ; there must be work. In spite of 
this renewed presence to me, the matter of the wreath of 
flowers was not yet adjusted, and the next day it still 
clung to my mind, until this thought came to me : "I 
know what I can do. I can take my scissors and clip it 



68 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

off of the hat." I did so, and quick as thought it left my 
mind and never troubled me again. It paid so well — the 
sweet relief— that I went a step farther and cut off a long 
crimson plume from another hat. Thus one lesson was 
dearly learned, and wisdom gained therefrom concerning 
the vanity of worldly attire, and that our adorning 
should be " the hidden man of the heart, in that which 
is not corruptible ; even the ornament of a meek and 
quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price' ' 
(i Peter, iii :4). 

The Second Blessing. 

Notwithstanding these marvelous workings more was 
to follow quickly. Hallelujah ! The fourth night of this 
walk in the Spirit I lay down upon a sofa, and, as far as 
feeling went, was perfectly incompetent to go to prayer 
meeting, as I was w r ont to do ; but, with my new guest to 
draw strength from moment by moment, I resolved to go — 
and go I did. My husband and I went together, as usual. 
Praise God for this beloved companionship. There, in 
that little meeting, I testified to pastor and brethren and 
sisters that my former Christian life had been a failure ; 
and that I had never known peace or pardon, or my 
precious Saviour, until the previous Monday morning. 
This was Thursday night. I then told them of my Sav- 
iour's manifesting Himself to me, and the blessed and 
gracious presence of the ' ' peace which passeth under- 
standing." Feeling at the time that this blessing was 



THE VIE W OF ROSES, 69 

entire sanctification, the Spirit's movings upon my heart 
seemed unaccountable, for I was thrown into a state of 
deep conviction right then and there, — a painful longing 
for something more, I knew not what. All I could pray for 
was for " all the fullness of God." This I did repeatedly. 
Then after testifying in that meeting, as conviction deep- 
ened within me, I consecrated again fully in these words 
of the hymn : 

u Lord, lam Thine,entirely Thine, 
Purchased and saved by blood divine ; 
With full consent Thine I would be, 
And own Thy perfect right in me." 

And so left all with Him. The next morning about 
the same time our Saviour appeared to me as at first, 
and in the same room, no one else being in the house, 
all at once / was filled with the Spirit. A holy sensation 
as of tiny wings moved in my breast with an indescrib- 
ably precious experience, proving in blessed illustration 
the Scripture in Malachi iv: 2 : " But unto you that fear 
My name shall the Son of Righteousness arise, with heal- 
ing in His wings." 

Baptism of thk Holy Ghost. 

Looking up to Heaven as if for an explanation of 
this new revelation there came a voice to me, accom- 
panied by a shower of praise expressed in the words : 
« Glory to God! Glory to God!! Glory to God!!!" 
How oft I repeated these words I know not ; but many, 



;o THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

many times I said them over and over as I walked 
through the rooms and clapped my hands, rejoicing with 
11 unspeakable joy." I realized that this was what our 
Saviour meant when He said to the woman at the well : 
" But the hour cometh, and now is when the true wor- 
shipers shall worship the Father in spirit and in truth, 
for the Father seeketh such to worship Him. God is a 
spirit, and they that worship Him must worship Him in 
spirit and in truth" John iv : 25. 24). My joy was 
full. Like the blessing of pardon, this blessing of heart 
purity was instantaneous, and it proved the death-blow to 
self. Having received a new nature old things passed 
away. The Divine Guest came in and spake to me in 
thunder tones and with the quickness of electricity : 
"I in thee and thou in Me ; " " Ask what ye will in My 
name and ye shall have it : " " Faith without works is 
dead." This was in the voice of God and was heard 
within. "They shall hear My voice," saith Jesus. 
Would that I could describe the sweetness of that voice, 
and the Heavenly effect as it fell upon the ear of my 
soul. The Spirit fed me with man}* blessed words, 
among which were these in Heb. xii : "See that ye 
refuse not Him that speaketh, for if they escaped not 
who refused Him that spake on earth, much more shall 
not we escape if we turn away from Him that speaketh 
from Heaven: Whose voice then shook the earth: but now 
He hath promised, saying. Yet once more I shake not 
the earth onlv. but also Heaven. And this word. Yet 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 71 

once more, signifieth the removing of those things that are 
shaken, as of things that are made, that those things 
which cannot be shaken may remain. Wherefore, we 
receiving a kingdom which cannot be moved, let us have 
grace, whereby we may serve God acceptably with rever- 
ence and Godly fear; for our God is a consuming fire." 
These words made me tremble. You know, dear Bible 
student, God speaks of those who ' ' tremble at his words, ' ' 
and He saith also : ' ' Work out your salvation with fear 
and trembling, for it is God that worketh in you to will and 
to do, of his good pleasure." As I retired to rest under 
the influence of the Spirit's blessed teaching, a terrible 
trembling passed all through me, and I even laid my 
hands on my body to see if it were trembling ; but the 
shaking was within my heart, — in the old ruined paradise ; 
that evil was moving out as God took complete possession ; 
and blessed be His name, He gave me a view of my carnal 
mind, and the sight would have been appalling but for 
His all-comforting presence. The death was painful 
indeed ; but the grand new life sustained by His power 
rose up in a living " tree of righteousness, the planting 
of the Lord." And the foul mass of corruption which lay 
dead could not contaminate or defile it ; but instead it 
was nourished and beautified with the water of the 
Euphrates river, which flowed once more in streams of 
" perfect love" through its channels from the "hills of 
God," and I drank freely of its delicious fountain and was 
satisfied. This, too, was a conscious fact. 



72 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 



The Fire. 



This came too, at first as a pure and healing burning, 
which I felt throughout my entire being in a conscious way. 
All these realities came in a much shorter time than it 
were possible to write them. And this, the baptism of 
fire, proved to be a very fitting prelude to the "fiery" 
ordeal of spiritual suffering in vox union with the suffer- 
ings of our Saviour. 

Gethsemaxe. 

During these operations of \* the Spirit that I might 
benefit withal," once in the midnight hour I was led by 
the Spirit out of my room into an adjoining one unoc- 
pied, and there in a most mysterious wa} r I was pros- 
trated upon my face, and drank in with our dear Jesus 
of the agonies of the dark hour of His passion. There 
I tasted of His sufferings for a lost world. But, won- 
drous truth, this weight of unutterable pain was so light- 
ened by His conscious presence as to make it throughout 
the very dearest of all the blessings yet experienced, — 
the blessing of sharing His sufferings. O, the blessed- 
ness of that midnight hour ! How long I lay there on 
the carpet in the cold room with only my night-robe over 
me I cannot tell. But this, be it said most reverently, 
was only another of the precious love-lessons of our 
dear Jesus. And I rejoiced with "exceeding joy" that 
one so unworthy should be counted worthy to receive 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 73 

such honor. "He that honoreth me I will honor/' 
saith the Lord. It was this part of my experience 
which proved the motive power to my soul-saving zeal. 
I saw the awful scene of a world sinking into hell, and 
the Saviour's loving arms outstretched to save. O, He 
made it so real to my very heart. Glory to God ! 

A "Word" Lesson. 

On Sunday morning, after the baptism with its scenes 
of death to self and life in Christ, I was led by the 
Spirit to an east window in my room. Realizing "the 
fullness of God," and lifting up my hands inclosing my 
Bible, prayed for His word to be given me, and quick 
as thought opened on the 121st Psalm. It seemed that 
the Spirit did it, guiding my hands. With what sweet 
spiritual joy I read this comforting word and promise. I 
give it below ; read it, please : 

PSALM cxxi. 

"I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh 
my help. 

(i 2. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and 
earth. 

"3. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: He that keepeth 
thee will not slumber. 

"4. Behold, He that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor 
sleep. 

" 5. The Lord is thy keeper : the Lord is thy shade upon thy 
right hand. 



74 THE VIE W OF ROSES. 

"6. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by 
night. 

"7. The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil : He shall pre- 
serve thy soul. 

"8. The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in 
from this time forth, and even forevermore." 

How precious this living water of the Word tasted to 
my thirst}^ soul. I drank it in and besought the Lord for 
more, when quick as thought the Spirit gave me 

Isaiah liv. 

"Sing, O barren, thou that didst not bear: break forth into 
singing, and cry aloud, thou that didst not travail with child : 
for more are the children of the desolate than the children of the 
married wife, saith the Lord. 

" 2. Enlarge the place of thy tent, and let them stretch forth 
the curtains of thine habitations ; spare not, lengthen thy cords, 
and strengthen thy stakes ; 

"3. For thou shalt break forth on the right hand and on the 
left, and thy seed shall inherit the Gentiles and make the des- 
olate cities to be inhabited. 

'* 4. Fear not ; for thou shalt not be ashamed; neither be thou 
confounded ; for thou shalt not be put to shame ; for thou shalt 
forget the shame of thy youth, and shalt not remember the re- 
proach of thy widowhood any more. 

" 5. For thy Maker is thine husband ; the Lord of Hosts is His 
name ; and thy Redeemer the Holy One of Israel; the God of the 
whole earth shall He be called. 

"6. For the Lord hath called thee as a woman forsaken and 
grieved in spirit, and a wife of youth, when thou wast refused, 
saith thy God. 



THE VIE W OF ROSES. 75 

a 7. For a small moment have I forsaken thee ; but with great 
mercies will I gather thee . 

" 8. In a little wrath I hid my face from thee for a moment ; 
but with everlasting kindness will I have mercy on thee, saith the 
Lord thy Redeemer. 

" 9. For this is as the waters of Noah unto me : for as I have 
sworn that the waters of Noah should no more go over the earth, 
so have I sworn that I would not be wroth with thee, nor rebuke 
thee. 

" 10. For the mountains shall depart, and the hills be removed ; 
but my kindness shall not depart from thee, neither shall the 
covenant of my peace be removed, saith the Lord that hath 
mercy on thee. 

" 11. O thou afflicted, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, 
behold, I will lay thy stones with fair colors, and lay thy foun- 
dations with sapphires. 

" 12. And I will make thy windows of agates, and thy gates of 
carbuncles, and all thy borders of pleasant stones. 

" 13. And all thy children shall be taught of the Lord ; and 
great shall be the peace of thy children. 

" 14. In righteousness shalt thou be established : thou shalt be 
far from oppression ; for thou shalt not fear : and from terror ; for 
it shall not come near thee. 

" 15. Behold, they shall surely gather together, but not by ms : 
whosoever shall gather together against thee shall fall for thy 
sake. 

" 16. Behold, I have created the smith that bloweth the coals in 
the fire, and that bringeth forth an instrument for his work ; and 
I have created the waster to destroy. 

"17. No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper ; 
and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou 
shalt condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, 
and their righteousness is of me, saith the Lord." 



7 6 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

The Fast. 

To show the relation of this inward experience to that 
in the life of our Saviour, I would record a special expe- 
rience just after receiving the baptism of the Holy 
Ghost, which lasted through the space of about forty 
days, and impressed me vividly at the time- -the sweet 
and endearing nearness to Him in this inward life out- 
wardly manifested. During all these days I cared not 
to eat. So deep was the fast brought on by this won- 
drous knowledge of Divine Life, I thought I should 
never care for bodily food. I ate a little occasionally, but 
after all it was one long fast. At the end of this period 
I was one day at the house of dear Sister Agustine. and 
all at once % ' I hungered. ' ' When I told her she prepared 
food for me with kindest attention. 

Temptations. 

These were strewn thickly all along. Very wily was 
the arch enemy, as he suggested to me to close my eyes 
while walking along some dangerous place in the street, 
and then when I would not he accused me of not trust- 
ing in Jesus, who was able to keep me even with my 
eyes closed. I felt as sure of that as he did, but I 
would not mind him. I might have said, "it is writ- 
ten/ ' but I was a novice in divine things on that line, 
and the Father kept me and would not allow me to 
follow a strangers voice. While sewing the tempter 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 77 

would sometimes say : " It is no use to go by patterns or 
measures ; just take the scissors and the Lord will guide 
your hand. The old enemy would impress me strongly 
with the comparative facility of such a course, and no 
one can imagine how I would suffer and be tried under 
this ordeal. But the Father looked on and strengthened 
His child by the Spirit's power. One day while at a 
friend's two dogs began fighting right at my feet, and 
in sudden alarm I ran from them, when Satan assaulted 
me afresh with, " You cannot be sanctified or you would 
not be afraid." Keen suffering always attended these 
moments for the instant, at least, on account of the sud- 
denness and emphasis with which his impressions were 
forced upon me. As time went on, of course, I learned 
to gather strength and victory right in the thickest of 
the fight. One day while in the act of taking a bath the 
enemy hurled this Scripture upon me, ' ' Thou canst not 
make thee clean, though thou wash thee with niter and 
take thee much soap." His idea evidently was in some 
way to get me to doubt my inward cleansing. 

This was the day after I was sanctified. I knew I was 
clean, but robing myself at once I knelt before God, and 
quicker than thought the Spirit made me know that it 
was Satan tempting me. I laughed outright for very joy 
at having such a blessed comforter and deliverer. I then 
resumed my bath with perfect rest. And thus was I 
taught the way of faith. I knew that I had been par- 
doned and sanctified by faith, and now I was being 



78 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

taught that I was to be ' ' kept by the power of God 
through faith. ' ' " He was tempted in all points like as 
we are, yet without sin." To tell of all the fierce con- 
flicts on this line would be impossible. At one time I 
lay awake for a whole night resisting the Devil, who gave 
me intense suffering through temptation. I finally said 
aloud, ' ' If I had to lay awake here and say it a thousand 
times, ' I will trust in Jesus,' I will continue to trust in 
Him." I then soon after got relief. At such times as 
these the Scripture, in i Pet. iv : 12, 13, — "Beloved, think 
it not strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try 
you as though some strange thing happened unto you : 
but rejoice inasmuch as ye are partakers of His suffer- 
ings, that when His glory shall be revealed ye may be 
glad also with exceeding joy," — gave me sweet relief, 
and so I went on trusting. Hallelujah ! 

"Inasmuch as He hath suffered, being tempted, He 
knoweth how to deliver the Godly out of temptation.'' 
1 ' God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted 
above that ye are able ; but will with the temptation 
make a way of escape, that ye may be able to bear it' ' 
(1 Cor. x : 13). O, how often this precious promise has 
sustained and comforted my soul in the last ten years. 
Praise the Lord ! 

i ' Blessed is the man that endureth temptation, for when 
he is tried he shall receive the crown of life, which the 
Lord hath promised to them that Love Him" (James 
i: 12). 



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iMMANUBIv. 
To know Him is to love Him, 
To see Him to adore ; 
To walk with Him is bliss 
And glory evermore. 

Hold thou my hand, dear Saviour ; 
My heart, O, seal it thine ! 
Thy spirit give to heal me ; 
And all my powers refine. 

I'm blest, I'm blest, dear Jesus ; 
Just now Thou hearest prayer ; 
A quiet calm pervadeth, 
Removing every care. 

Praise God, my soul most happ}^ 
For sanctifying love ; 
'Tis this sweet gift, O, Saviour ! 
Prepares for realms above, — 

Where, in Thy glorious presence, 
In heaven's fragrant air, 
I'll praise Thy name forever, 
With saints and angels fair. 




Part II. 




Work for Jesus. 

| A VING sought and found ' ' the kingdom of 
God and His righteousness, " "all things' ' 
began to be added. Among my first feel- 
ings was the consuming love and desire 
for the salvation of souls. Opportunity 
offered daily, and through my own bodily weakness the 
Iyord worked mightily, " the spirit of glory and of God 
resting upon me." At an early Sunday morning meet- 
ing — the first after receiving "purity" — the Lord enabled 
me to testify to the baptism of the spirit and the precious 
result in the words of the hymn : 

"I have entered the valley of blessing so sweet, 
And Jesus abides with me here ; 

And the Spirit and blood make my cleansing complete, 
And His perfect love caste th out fear. ' ' 



82 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

I most earnestly exhorted them to ' ' believe and 
receive and confess Him, that all His salvation may 
see." O, the joy of that first Sabbath day in Canaan ! 
I desired to take the whole world in my arms, as He 
poured His streams of love afresh through my soul. 
How I did praise the Lord with singing and with shout- 
ing. ' ' He that maketh mention of the Lord let him not 
keep silence." As before it sometimes had been a cross 
to speak, so from this time on the order was reversed. 
The cross lay in keeping still. The whole church were 
stirred, the minister and class leader desiring that all 
might be thus blessed. But this was to be no — " Peace, 
peace, when there is no peace" — warfare, no "building 
with untempered mortar ; ' ' for the Holy Ghost was now 
at work. Blessed spirit of truth ! The following 
prayer-meeting evening the spirit in me warned them to 
do as did the woman who lighted the candle and searched 
for the piece of lost silver. It was made so clear to me 
that the lost piece was heart purity. How I longed for 
the pastor to have all stay until by faith it was restored 
to each. Can you imagine how surprised I was when 
some of them so little realized its worth — its priceless 
worth — as to go off to the home of one of the members 
and hold a party that very evening ? But God walked in 
me, and in a few days I found on my table a number of 
slips of paper, each bearing on its fair bosom a text of 
God's living truth. I was wondering how to use them, 
when in came two sisters of the church, and invited me 



THE VIE W OF ROSES. 83 

to a surprise party for an old but fashionable lady in the 
church. God had a work there that night ; and little did 
that crowd realize the holy joy which filled one simple 
heart as I passed from one to another through that 
throng of professing Christians and handed a little slip 
of paper to each one of them : ' ( How can you believe, 
which receive honor one of another, and receive not the 
honor which cometh from God alone ? ' ' This pointed 
passage found its way among the rest, and cut deep into 
the convictions of many. In this ministry, however, the 
angry countenance of ' ' the man of sin ' ' was discernible 
on some faces. It was the same which at one time tried 
to cast Jesus of Nazareth down from the brow of the 
hill, just because He hinted to them, in the gentlest 
manner possible, that there were not many who 
' ' believed. ' ' In less than a week the pastor gave out 
that I was crazy. Now the "fight of faith" began in 
earnest, and it was the faith which was moved by love. 
"God is love." 

Street Work. 

Neglecting the rules of modern etiquette, these little 
white-winged messengers were scattered through the 
streets as profusely as advertisements or show-bills. 
And why should they not be ? They were thrown into 
windows and pushed under doors, as the child of God 
felt the necessity of arresting the attention of the masses 
concerning their neglect of God's offers of free grace, and 



84 THE VIE W OF ROSES. 

the necessity of at once seeking to ' ' flee the wrath to 
come." In doing this we realized the blessedness of 
"sowing beside all waters." 

Visiting Slums. 

" Coudescend to men of low estate " (Rom. xii : 16). 

We felt a desire to go down to the very lowest strata 
and "rescue the perishing." We felt a deep sympathy 
for those who had not been favored with good advan- 
tages or opportunities for coming to Christ. We pitied 
those whom we feared had never heard the Gospel mes- 
sage, and to these we went among the very first. And we 
did not go in vain. Under the door of a brothel this little 
text was slipped, " Go in peace and sin no more." This 
was followed up by a call upon the same person. One 
of the inmates of the place wrung her hands, and with 
streaming eyes confessed the power divine. Another 
promised to cease the life of sin. Others were drawn to 
us as by some unseen magnet. Another, who at first 
reluctantly received us, was through our prayers and 
personal dealings melted to tears, insisting upon kissing 
us when we left the house, inviting us to come again. 
Singing and praying and reading the word to them, — 
thus it was we went these rounds with much joy, 
heavenly smiles, or sometimes, if refused an entrance, 
we wept, and then and there drank in the sweet, sweet 
blessing of " going forth with weeping, bearing precious 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 85 

seed," believing that in due time we would return bear- 
ing our sheaves with us. 

Saloons Visitkd. 

The word of God was published here also. Drunk- 
ards were often turned away from the haunts of vice by 
this means. A brother who had formerly been converted 
in the Salvation Army, but wandered away from it, 
was given a Gospel tract at one of these dives. It was 
the means of reclaiming him ; and he testified this to one 
of the brethren with joy, saying he thought I was a real 
lassie of the Army. 

On a Sunday morning once, when one of these dens 
was well filled with men, some songs were sung and tracts 
given out to each, and speedily one young man went out 
and was followed by all the rest, leaving the keeper alone 
and in a rage against us. Approaching one on a certain 
Sunday afternoon, a crowd was seen gathering in front, 
and it was soon discovered that two men were fighting. 
As it was out of the question to enter or to distribute 
them in the usual way, a package of them was thrown 
high up in the air, and, raining down a shower over their 
heads, their attention was arrested. The tracts were 
picked up by one or another, and the crowd dispersed. 
Prayer was always the motive power in all these min- 
istrations so unusual. The lower and more sunken in 
degredation these men were the more they seemed to 



86 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

appreciate these calls, — sometimes touching their hats 
and bowing with unfeigned respect. We thought the}' 
took courage, and a hope for deliverance from the chains 
which bound them to the curse of intemperance. We 
noticed a difference in the more aristocratic saloons, as 
if they trusted in their respectability and more favorable 
quarters and appointments, or perhaps in "high license." 

Visiting from House to House. 

So anxious were we to get the facts of God's blessed 
salvation from a real experimental standpoint upon the 
minds of the people, that I went oftimes alone ' ' from 
house to house telling the joyful news.'' Each day as 
soon as home duties were done I made these rounds with 
the Holy Spirit's attendance. 

In many a humble home Jesus was accepted, oftimes 
with tears and true sorrow for sin. Truly there was a 
flocking home to the fold. " The poor shall hear thereoi 
and be glad." This scripture we saw fulfilled. On sev- 
eral occasions, as we stood at the door of some aristocrat, 
and prayed this prayer, "Lord, let thy peace come unto 
this house," some lady would come and bid us " depart." 
We did, with much love, praying, "Father, forgive 
them." Our peace "returned unto us." Recently I 
met one of these ladies who did so as much as eight 
years ago. She was very kind, and pressed nry hand 
tenderly. Who knows but she may yet be saved ? " Your 



THE VIE W OF ROSES. 87 

labor is not in vain in the Lord ' ' has always been a very 
comforting word to us in all our w r ork for Jesus. 

Church Services. 

These were punctually attended in. the pow T er of the 
Holy Spirit, a constant stream of testimony pouring 
through our hearts from the throne in the " Holy of 
Holies," within where our dear Jesus sat reigning in 
triumph. The continued exhortations to all to seek a 
more vital experience — even holiness — moved one woman 
with anger, and she wrote me an anonymous letter. I 
read it, and then laid it out upon the bed before the 
Lord, and kneeling there by my bedside I prayed the 
Lord for Christ's sake to sanctify the author of it. 
Soon my prayer was answered by the sister asking my 
forgiveness, and her profession of the blessing of sancti- 
fication. 

I could not withhold an invitation for any and all who 
would do so to meet at our home for earnest seeking for 
deeper things in God. Quite a number came at first, and 
a blessed revival spirit was springing up, but Satan 
hindered, and the numbers decreased. Five of us, how- 
ever, continued steadfastly to meet every week for prayer 
to our almighty and omniscient God to let down His 
sanctifying power upon His people. This was kept up, 
and in a short time three new ones were blessedly sanc- 
tified. Glory to God ! These souls added to us began 



88 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

an aggressive warfare on sin, giving praise to their 
redeemer. A number of others began seeking the Lord, 
coming to our home in the intervals to inquire about 
the blessed way of salvation through faith in the atone- 
ment of our Saviour, desiring purity of heart through the 
precious blood of Jesus. 



Correspondence. 

In the mean time hundreds of letters were written 
under the power of the spirit to distant relatives, friends, 
acquaintances, and even to strangers, containing testi- 
mony to the blessedness of the experience of holiness. 
Great good was done in this manner, all being convinced 
of their need of salvation, — some seeking it and others 
professing the obtaining of it, — among them a strange 
lady in Eastern Nevada, who was enabled, with great 
joy, to take Jesus as her sanctifier and her healer, and 
has since given evidence of a holy life in active Christian 
work in all the region where she lives, and success in 
winning souls for the past nine years, and she the most 
weak physically. So much for power divine. Hallelujah! 



Persecution. 

The most of this came from luke-warm professors who 
disliked a holy zeal. Sometimes it came also through 






THE VIE W OF ROSES. 89 

worldly channels. One Monday morning a neighbor 
said to me concerning our meetings, " Don't you think 
you are carrying them too far ? " I begged her to explain 
her meaning. She then showed me in the Saturday 
evening's Reno Gazette (March 19, 1887) a little notice 
which I had not seen, and which I now transcribe : 

" Another victim of the Salvation Army. Laura Larson, for 
some time past a domestic in the house of J. Novacovich, on West 
Street, was taken into custody this afternoon, charged with 
insanity. She is another victim of the Salvation Army, having, it is 
said, attended and taken an active part in the meetings held of late 
by Mrs. Peck. The demented woman is at times violent, and says 
that she personifies God Almighty. She curses many she sees, 
and tells of the flighty things preached by the Salvationists. 
Judge Rigelow will arrive in Reno on Monday, when action can be 
taken on her probable commitment to the asylum." 

Previous to this, all slanders had been permitted to 
float out without a word of self-defense ; but we deemed 
that this should be replied to, hence the following 
explanation, which was published in the Gazette the fol- 
lowing Monday evening. 



Explanation. 

" Reno, Nev., Mar. 21, 1887. 

" To the Editor of the Reno Gazette : In the cause of truth, and 

with all due regard to the readers of the Gazette ', I deem it my 

duty to make a statement concerning the Saturday's report in the 

case of Mrs. Laura Larson. This person never attended one of 



9 o THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

our meetings. However, I remember of inviting her, as I did also 
Mrs. Novacovich and other neighbors and acquaintances, as 
opportunity has offered. The woman was only once in my house, 
and then only for a few minutes, in company w r ith a child w 7 ho 
belongs to my Bible class. I should possibly add that the meet- 
ings referred to are not under the auspices of the Salvation Army, 
as stated, but are merely private and quiet gatherings of a few 
humble souls who desire to lead Christian lives, and lead others, 
also, so to do. May this testimony be kindly received is my earn- 
est wish, with the best of feelings to all, as mistakes will and must 
often occur. Respectfully, 

" Mrs. Minnie H. Peck." 



Revivae in the Pastor's Absence. 

From the time the blessed Holy Ghost came the fire 
spread, catching upon the garments of this or of that 
one, and burning out the dross of sin. Soon after Con- 
ference our pastor, Brother De Eamatyr, went East to 
attend the wedding of his daughter. This gave a few 
shining "lights along the shore" to blaze forth 
resplendently. Jesus was held up, and his word of life 
held forth in such manner that a gracious revival broke 
forth — a holiness revival. Blessed be God ! Here some 
of our first fruits of sanctification " shook like Lebanon." 
There was "traveling in birth," and the dear spirit 
brought forth precious holy souls. One was the janitor, 
a lame and otherwise weak brother, E. F. Kirk. This 
revival continued for six weeks, many of the more zealous 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 91 

members attending with blessed quickening power. A 
copy of a testimony by Brother Kirk is given below, 
taken from one of the holiness papers. 

Testimony. 

" Pike City, Cai,., June 23, 1884. 

" Dear Brother : I feel moved to testify that the blood of Jesus 
Christ has cleansed me from all sin. In September, 1879, I was 
converted while working alone in a little alfalfa field near L,os 
Angeles, and at once united with the Congregational Church in 
that city . But a strange feeling as of something lacking contin- 
ually haunted me. Four months afterward I removed to Plumas 
County, and six months after to Sierra County. Up to December 
of last year my experience was that of a justified Christian. At 
times my spiritual state would be all that I could desire ; and 
again I would be mourning in darkness and wretchedness. I felt 
all the time that this was not the state of a true Christian. I was 
convinced, in my own mind, that there must be — was — a higher 
spiritual state, in which one was continually * full of faith and the 
Holy Ghost. ' I strove mightily and blindly to reach it. I ' groped 
for the wall like the blind, and stumbled at noonday as in the 
night. ' While in this state the spirit led me to Reno, Nevada, 
where I boarded with Brother and Sister Stone, two aged Chris- 
tians in the same religious state as myself. 

" Here, at the prayer meetings of the Methodist Church, I heard 
testimony to entire sanctiflcation. Night after night an intelli- 
gent, refined, sensitive woman in feeble health stood up, and, in 
spite of the averted faces and silent opposition of most of those 
present, boldly yet humbly claimed heart purity by the blood of 
her Saviour. Deeply moved, I talked the matter over with Brother 
and Sister Stone, and they gave me the "Holiness Manual," by 



92 THE VIE W OF ROSES. 

G. D. Watson. As I read it aloud the spirit came upon me, enabling 
me to read it with power. Light flashed into all our minds. We 
saw that this was what we had been longing for, and resolved to 
have it. At this time I was janitor of the church. On my way 
to it one Sunday evening I determined to claim my privilege 
at once. After performing my duties I retired to a corner 
and prayed to be sanctified for His love's sake, asking Him 
to help my unbelief, then, rising, concluded my petition with the 
words, 'I believe You sanctify me, and shall act in that belief, 
trusting to You for the witness of the spirit.' No burst of feeling 
followed. 

(i At meeting next evening I claimed holiness through the blood 
of Jesus, but it was not till the third morning after my consecration 
that I received the witness ; then, as we three knelt at the family 
altar, the Holy Spirit fell upon us with power, as upon the dis- 
ciples of old. Dear old Sister Stone shouted aloud in ecstasy, 
while Brother Stone and I were shaken like reeds ; but Thomas- 
like I conceived the idea that I had only shared Sister Stone's 
blessing ; so my dear, patient, loving, tender Saviour gave me a 
blessing that I could not contain all to myself the next morning. 
How happy we were ! Happy ? No ! that doesn't express it : how 
blessed we were. Morning, noon and night our cottage resounded 
with songs of praise, and we were enabled to 'speak the word of 
God with boldness.' The Scriptures seemed written in letters of 
living fire, and Jesus reigned supreme in our hearts. Then came 
the 'fiery trial' and shook our faith to its foundations ; but it fell 
not, for it was founded upon a rock. We clung to Christ with the 
grip of drowning men, and He carried us safely through. Glory 
and praise and love to Him forever ! My Saviour, I love Thee ! 
My Saviour, I bless Thee ! I am thine, wholly thine, forever ! 
After that we were daily blessed with manifestations of the spirit 
and power, and, though now separated, yet we feel that we are one 
in Jesus. We are ' crucified with Christ, nevertheless we live : 
yet not we, but Christ liveth in us. ' The Holy Ghost helps us to 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 93 

realize that we 'live by faith, \ — a faith that must be exercised 
daily, hourly, momentarily. God has placed us on His 'Rock of 
Ages,' and put a 'new song' in our mouths. Glory to God! 
Good will and peace to men ! And ' the peace of God that 
passeth all understanding ' is ours. Dear blood relations in Jesus, 
pray for us ; we do for you. May our Father's richest blessings be 
yours. 

"Your saved and sanctified brother, 

"K. F. Kirk." 



At Work. 

Our dear Brother Kirk was at once led of God into 
the work of gathering with Jesus. A sweet and suc- 
cessful soul-winner he became, bringing, it is believed 
by those who knew him best, hundreds of souls " from 
darkness to light." His work continued in various 
places in Nevada and California for the space of about 
eight years, when he was taken from labor to reward. 
His death was a glorious one, full of rejoicing and praise 
to God; and his last words were, "The blood of Jesus 
Christ, God's son, cleanseth me from all sin," — as he 
gave them to the nurse in reply to her question whether 
he had any word to send to his friends. 

Sister Stone has also passed away through great tribu- 
lation. Dear Brother Stone remains with us still, and if 
his eyes should ever rest on this chapter we hope he will 
take fresh courage, "fight the good fight of faith," and 
receive the crown of the righteous. 



94 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

Down at the Cross. 

BY F. M. PECK. 

I'm down at the cross for niy cleansing, 
And I would lie low at His feet, 

Who wrought out the plan of salvation 
In Calvary's rugged retreat. 

I'm down at the cross for my cleansing, 
That all that's of self may be slain; — 

That Jesus may in me and through me 
Forever and ever remain. 

Then I shall be humble and lowly, 
Submissive I'll be to His will ; 

And " clay in the hands of the potter," 
He fashions with exquisite skill. 

And now as I lay on the altar, 
A sacrifice whole and complete, 

I shall soon be a vessel of honor, 
For the Master's use made meet. 

And now, in seraphic emotion, 
His love is pervading my soul, 

And I am out on the ocean ; 

His infinite love makes me whole. 

A vessel that's stranded and broken, 
No self for a mast any more, 

In Jesus I've found a sure life-boat 
To bear this frail bark evermore. 

And down at the cross for my cleansing 
Let me stay till life's labor is o'er ; 

And then I shall gain the fair haven 
And rest on eternitv's shore. 



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Another Holiness Revival. 

By the time that these events were occurring, the holy 
flame was fanning into a blessed fire all around us ; and 
by the coming springtime there was such an ardent 
desire for the coming in-gathering that a quartet of the 
soldiers of Jesus Christ in San Francisco were sent for 
and provided for, and the Methodist Church was brought 
into use for the occasion. The band who came professed 
the blessed experience of holiness, and some of them had 
been preaching it for years. I speak of our dear brothers 
Newton and L,awson, and sisters Sophia and Fannie 
Iyawson. The meetings had been well advertised. Much 
praying over the anticipation of them had been done by 
the little band of five, who met once a week at our home. 
The pastor, Brother John De Lamatyr, was pleased, and 
every one in hearing distance interested. But, the best 
of all, the Holy Ghost overshadowed the town of Reno. 
The first meeting was held in the street in the center of 
town. Hundreds pressed their way to the place where the 
Lord Jesus was exalted in song. Old backsliders trembled. 
Drunkards listened with hope. Deep was the conviction 
upon all classes. From this meeting all were invited to 
follow around to the church that evening. They came 
until the church overflowed. The faithful little band of 
four — one of whom, dear Sophia Lawson, is now with 
the Lord in heaven — took their stand at the altar, and 
requested all who wanted a revival to come forward and 



96 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

extend to them the right hand of fellowship while they 
sang the hymn : 

" Jesus, my Lord, to Thee I cry; 
Unless Thou help me, I must die. 
O, bring Thy full salvation nigh, 
And take me as I am." 

A most tender and impressive scene ensued, as nearly 
every one in the house passed up the aisle and gave them 
a hearty, and in some cases, a tearful, welcome. The 
spirit moved a great upheaval of desire in the hearts of 
the members of the churches in the place. O, what 
beauty was in that scene, drawing souls into ' ' one accord?' 
— the only fitting prelude to the ' ( baptism of the Holy 
Ghost." The preaching was plain, forcible truth, pre- 
sented with much endearing love. The Bible readings, 
mostly by dear Sister Sophia Lawson, were beautiful, 
with brief and pointed comments. The singing was in 
the power of the spirit, and all this blessed work on the 
line of a full salvation. The audiences from time to time 
were charmed with "the beauty of holiness," and never 
more so than when listening to the bright and joyous 
testimonies to this sweetest "grace." The altar was 
crowded nearly every night with penitent seekers of the 
Saviour. Souls were dealt with personally and honestly. 
Nearly all the members of the various churches were at 
the altar ; and scores testified to a faith for the blessing. 
To do justice to this work in writing it up would be 
difficult. It w r as a work of perfect love, and every one 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 97 

felt its precious power, and none more so than the dear 
children, many of whom were brightly converted, testi- 
fying to the same with sparkling joy. A Baptist lady 
and an Episcopalian brother, each of whom had once pro- 
fessed and lost the blessing, came out and started afresh 
in God's service. Confessing their sins, God was faith- 
ful and just to forgive them their sins, and to cleanse 
them from all unrighteousness. And great was their 
peace and joy in testimony and in work for God. One 
preacher and all his family sought and professed faith 
for holiness. A poor, sad drunkard returned to God, and 
made a triumphant exit from the saloon to the superin- 
tendency of a Sabbath school. Some of the very hardest 
cases of both sexes came weeping their way to Calvary; 
and what is better still, many, many of them, to my 
personal knowledge, are clinging to the cross of Christ ; 
and the influence now being exerted by them will, no 
doubt, be a glorious record in eternity. If any who look 
upon this account have wandered from God, we beseech 
them in His name to return, — to confess and pray and 
trust, and start afresh in an entire consecration to Christ. 
And may God bless such, and all others who are drawing 
near "with a true heart in the full assurance of faith." 



The Work Spreading. 

All through Nevada this blessed Gospel, preached not 
in word only, but in the power of the Holy Ghost, 



98 THE VIE W OF ROSES. 

increased and grew daily, God adding to us daily such 
as were being saved. After some weeks of work in Reno, 
the band, accompanied by some of the home workers, 
went to Carson, the capital, and for some more w 7 eeks of 
blessed service immense crowds gathered on the street 
and in the Methodist Church to hear the clear, pure, holy 
Gospel of sanctification. As a result a band was organ- 
ized to revive the precious doctrine of God and His 
Christ. Virginia City was also visited with like precious 
results. Crowds of miners and citizens came flocking to 
the meetings night after night. The altar was crowded, 
and many took on more faith for a better life, while 
others repented and turned toward God for the first time. 
It was a melting sight to see them falling under the con- 
victing spirit's power. O, love divine, all love-excelling, 
naught can compare with Thee! "God is love." O, 
blessed, perfect love, what canst thou not do for poor 
sinners? 

"O, 'twas love, 'twas w T ondrous love, 
The love of God to me ; 
It brought my Saviour from above 
To die on Calvary. 

Love brings the glorious fullness in, 

And to His saints makes known 
The blessed rest from inbred sin, 

Our dear Redeemer's throne." 



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Criks for Hklp 



ran all along the line. Dear Sister Chrysler, a lady in 
Eastern Nevada, having by faith recently "entered in," 
wrote us to come and help spread the "glad news." 
The unerring spirit led us just at the right time, and 
precious results followed. She and I both weak bodily 
(each afflicted with deafness), rode for many a mile on 
horseback or in her carriage, visiting neighbors, miners 
and others, holding meetings and distributing holiness 
and general salvation tracts, books and Bibles. As thus 
we bore the message of salvation, we did realize that all 
work for Him was sweet. One morning we started for 
a fifty-mile drive over the steeps, reaching the summit of 
Mount Jefferson, the highest point in Nevada. This 
was in September. Before nightfall a gentle rain came 
down, and it became very dark. Neither of us was 
used to the road. We were heading for Belmont, a 
little county-seat, situated in a basin-like mountain-top. 
At one time in the darkness we ran up the side-hill and 
nearly upset, when she sprang out and guided the horses 
into the narrow track. Soon we saw the lights in the 
village, and our gladness flowed right on. A member of 
the House of Representatives had previously invited us 
to occupy his cottage in the absence of his family. We 
accepted. All was lovely ; and the springing fountain 
playing in the yard seemed a fitting emblem of the water 
of life springing up and sparkling joyfully through our 



ioo THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

hearts. Hallelujah! Sweet was our rest that night. 
The following, taken from one of the holiness papers, The 
Herald, will give an idea of this work of the spirit 
through two little ones : 

Missionaries in Nevada. 

"CeOVERDAEE, ESMERAEDA Co., NEV., Oct. 12, 1888. 

' ' Dear Workers : Praise the Lord with us to-day for what He is 
doing here in Nevada. ' He that diligently seeketh good pro- 
cureth favor' is being sweetly fulfilled unto us, and our souls 
rejoice. On September 29th Sister Chrysler and I drove fifty miles 
through the valley, and over Mount Jefferson, 13,000 feet above sea- 
level, reaching Belmont after night, tired but happy in Him whom 
we love. The next day being Sunday we rested until 2 p. m., and 
then walked around to the Church of England, where some young 
ladies had met for singing and Bible study. They received us 
kindly, as if by the Lord's own appointment, and we were invited 
to teach them. All were agreed to take a step of faith, asking the 
Holy Spirit to be our teacher. Our prayer was heard. The nine- 
teenth Psalm was opened up so brightly before each soul that at 
the close every one came to Jesus, the way of faith being made 
clear. So victorious had been the word that we were requested 
by some of the chief citizens to speak in the church that night. 
However, the change from the sunny valley to a cold rain and 
hail-storm on the summit rendered a longer rest necessary, and 
Monday night was appointed. It came with richest blessings of 
soul and great weakness of body. But this was God's oppor- 
tunity, for ' when I am weak then am I strong : for the spirit of 
glory and of God resteth upon me.' The choir, having taken a 
step toward Jesus, opened up the way for them to lead in the sing- 
ing, some more also coming to their help. The text taken was, 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 101 

"Come Unto Me," 

and was so blessed of the spirit that at the close most of the 
audience, who were principally Episcopalians, signaled their 
desire to come, — and to come into 'all the fullness ' of Christ. (It 
has been six years since they have had a resident pastor.) Among 
others, four young men and six young ladies rose. We praised 
God aloud. O, what a sweet presence pervaded that meeting. 
One week from that time, on Sunday evening, we spoke to a large 
audience from the words : * To be carnally minded is death ; but 
to be spiritually minded is life and peace." The best attention 
prevailed, as a holiness sermon was preached. All seemed blessed, 
and at the close, at the suggestion of some leading sisters, a col- 
lection was taken. Nearly all contributed to the mission cause. 
One dear young man, just converted, and a member of the choir, 
gave five dollars. Dear Sister Chrysler being called away, I was 
left alone with God in this ministration of love. O, how sweet 
were His consolations of grace. Praise the Lord ! For ten days 
meetings and Bible readings were held, and children's meetings, 
and nearly every family in Belmont was called upon. The Bible 
was read, prayers were offered, and all exhorted to ' flee the 
wrath to come. ' Only one woman refused to receive us. Surely 
the Lord gave us Belmont. Now these have started out afresh. 
Dear saints, help them by your prayers. All through these parts 
salvation is stirring the people. After a talk, songs and prayers 
with a strange young man, he took his leave, looking serious and 
saying, * I think I shall do better from this time on.' Another 
dear young man, by the way, seemed so glad to hear us testify of 
Jesus. He said his parents, in Pennsylvania, were Christians. He 
gladly accepted a holiness book. All day long we are so kindly 
treated. One dear sister brought me twenty miles on my way, and 
gave five dollars to help defray expenses. The cry everywhere 
is, ' I do not understand the Bible. ' These dear people want 
spirit-baptized helpers to lead them to our Saviour. O, what a 



102 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

harvest, and how few the workers. Infidelity is stalking through 
the land. Some little ones seeking truth are almost overwhelmed. 
One most touching incident occurs to me. I was in the parlor 
writing, when a pale, sick boy of about fourteen years came in. 
As is my custom, I began telling him what Jesus had done for 
him, and asked him if he believed it. ' I live at Rock Cabin, forty 
miles from here, and have come to town for medicine. I live with 
a man who says there is no God ; and I says there is, and we have 
a time. I have a Bible, and read it. I went to Sunday school in 
Eureka, W. T. My mother was a Christian.' This, then, was 
the boy's story. My tears flowed at the recital. How like a 
lamb among wolves was he ! I advised him kindly, gave him 
some tracts and a pocket hymn-book, when he said he must be off 
on his journey. Christians, some one must rescue these lambs, or 
eternity will show an awful reckoning. I take a ride to-night of 
fifty miles by stage. Will reach Sodaville by 2 a. m., scattering 
the seed of the word all along the way. How sweetly are we blessed. 
Once more we ask,— pray for Nevada. M. H. P." 



Fifty Miles by Stage After Night. 

"L,o, I am with thee always." 

These words were sweetly fulfilled to me in taking the 
journey. The stage having broken down, we — the 
driver and one other passenger and I — were compelled to 
ride on a vehicle called a buckboard, all sitting on the 
same seat together. The horses sprang wildly in their 
traces, and fairly skimmed over the ground on that 
bright, cold, moonlight night. There was not a house 
on the way, the only residents being the coyotes of the 
desert. Our trip was most prosperous, and on reaching 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 103 

Sodaville the proprietor of the little mining village gave 
me a cottage with lovely and commodious appointments. 
While he made a fire for me he asked who I was. ' ' A 
missionary," was the reply. He seemed ruffled, and said 
that "he was tired of them; the priest had just been 
there." When he left me alone in my snug little 
quarters I began my prayer for him, and for all the vil- 
lagers, and was at peace. My rest that night and the 
next morning in the streaming sunlight of my room was 
simply heavenly. Just as my toilet was made a rap 

came and the door was opened. Mr. B , my visitor 

of the previous evening, and his wife entered. 
Great was their enthusiasm as they informed me that 
they would have a meeting that night in the school 
house, and that they would convey me to that place in 
their carriage. 

Expecting the spirit's guidance, I was not as much sur- 
prised as I was rejoiced. The day moved on grandly, that 
old Scotch Presbyterian lady making the rounds of the 
saloons and admonishing the men to quit drinking and 
come to the meeting. The Catholic school-teacher also 
invited them in from the "highways and hedges." In 
the mean time I visited all the families, distributing 
tracts and praying. Some promised then and there to 
come to the L,ord and henceforth follow Him. That 
night my cottage had finally been selected as the place 
for meeting, and it was full of anxious hearers. Holiness 
drew together Catholics, Methodists, Presbyterians, and 



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THE VIE W OF ROSES. 



all who came, down to the feet of our one common Lord, 
our Saviour. The Holy Spirit led the meeting, moving 
in our hearts, giving us "one mind." It was a pleasant 
sight when the season of prayer began to see an old 
Catholic gentleman motion to his little grandchildren all 
around him to kneel and worship. The word was read, 
Salvation songs, with piano accompaniments, were sung, 
and all present promised to admit the Saviour into their 
hearts. Truly we had a blessed meeting, some testifying 
and exhorting. When starting away the next morning 
to board the Nevada Central Railway, and asking what 
our hotel bill was, " Nothing," came the reply from the 
same man who received us so coldly. Here was another 
open indication of His providing care and glorious pres- 
ence. Similar providences awaited us all along this little 
tour, — a kind of wedding journey with our "Maker, who 
is our husband" (Isa. 1, 4). Hallelujah ! 



Battle Soxg. 

" The Lord of Hosts niustereth the host of the battle.' 
Tune: "Tramp, Tramp, Tramp." 

Shout aloud the praise of God, 

Who hath conquer-ed death and sin ; 
He, "the way, the truth, the life," is reigning now 
In the hearts of all the brave. 

Who have let the Saviour in ; 
And He stands and knocks at other hearts to-day. 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 105 

Chorus. 
Come, come, come, O, precious Jesus ! 

Bnter in and cleanse my soul ; 
For my life to Thee I give 
As a living sacrifice ; 

And I now believe that Thou dost make me whole. 

O, what glory beams within, 

When His lovely light I see ; 
And His words so " quick" are flowing through my soul ; 
And the blessed Holy Ghost, 

With the "precious blood " so free, 
Enters, cleansing every portion of my soul. 

Chorus. 
Stay, stay, stay forever, Jesus ; 

Thou art mine, and I am Thine ; 
May my life abundant be 
With the fruit of love to Thee, 

And Thy light upon my pathway ever shine. 

Visiting all Denominations. 

As we have, therefore, opportunity, let us do good unto all men, 
especially unto them who are of the household of faith (Gal. 
vi : 10). 

This work was of Him who is no " respecter of per- 
sons," hence none were slighted. Like Jeremiah, who 
said, "I was weary with forbearing, and I could not 
stay," or Isaiah, who cried out, " Here am I, send me," 
so were we with the blessed freedom and ' ' liberty ' ' of 
the spirit. Every church in town, even to the Catholic, 
was visited. 



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Personal testimony to a real, vital life in Christ was 
made, and the word attended with power. As a result 
all were quickened into fresh effort after a better life. 
The attendance was increased. The blessed doctrine of 
entire sanctification was brought to the light of open 
discussion and inquiry and teaching, from a scriptural 
and experimental standpoint. There was an increase in 
all the various churches, many of whom dated their 
conviction to the little work of visitation in these ways 
recorded. 

Public Morals. 

These blessed influences, and the bold advertisement of 
the Holy Scriptures in public places on the highways, 
all had a restraining power upon all classes, checking 
immorality as they convinced ' ' of sin and righteousness 
and judgment." 

An agent one day waited upon our veranda listening 
to a song of praise, and then entered, inquiring, "Is it 
you who puts up these Bible posters upon the bridges, 
houses and fences ? ' ' He then assured us of the good he 
knew them to be doing as he traveled through the 
country. O, how simple is the plain Gospel of our Lord 
Jesus, and the methods which the Holy Spirit adopts to 
bring men to repentence. He takes ' ' a worm to thrash a 
mountain," and chooses the weakest instrumentalities 
often with which to accomplish His vast and blessed 



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purposes of good. The blessedness of such work in His 
name is beyond description, and can only be experienced 
to be enjoyed. All work for him is sweet. 

Reno and AlIv Nevada, 

being by this time pretty well worked by ' ' gathering out 
the stories" and preparing "a way for the people," our 
hearts began to be drawn to fields in the distance for 
personal work. To this end the Lord led some of us to 
San Francisco and Oakland, where, as before, it was 
aimed to reach as many as possible on the way and in 
these cities, with fresh testimonials to the almightiness 
of God's blessed salvation. In great weakness, tracts 
were distributed, testimonials and exhortations given in 
many places where opportunity offered. Some little 
acts of self-denial on this journey led to a plain illustration 
of tho Lord's providing care. Money had been given 
to purchase a morning robe, but it was laid aside 
for God's poor in the city. Soon after reaching our des- 
tination, at the home of a sister, she said, "Minnie, I 
have a couple of wrappers for you, if you will accept 
them." If our dear Saviour had spoken we would not 
have been more certain of it being His direct providence. 
I accepted them thankfully. Either of them was of far 
more value than possibly could have been purchased 
with the money. They were not only comfortable, but 
lovely, and, what is stranger still, they fit me as though 



ioS THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

they had been cut from my measure. Such incidents as 
this were scattered all along this heaven^ journey, as if 
to inspire our faith, — resting, trusting, working. 

In San Francisco. 

While at supper my dear brother Willie was pleaded 
with to close in with God in a full surrender and faith 
for His acceptance. A gentleman overhearing the con- 
versation became convicted, and went that very night to 
the Adelphi Holiness Mission, and sought the Saviour 
and started for heaven, acknowledging as he did so that 
the pleadings of a " saved woman ' ' induced him so to 
do. ' The dear brother, also, in time, seemed to take hold 
of God in faith, and it is hoped was saved and is now in 
heaven. Eternity alone can render to us the full result 
of these labors of love. But this is sure, when the Holy 
Spirit comes to abide in our hearts we henceforth take 
our journeys and perform our labors, not for our own 
pleasure or profit alone, but ' ' that by all means some 
maybe saved." 'Tis then we look back at the trials 
and labors and hardships endured in and for sin, and 
with a holy reliance on God, and a boldness and deter- 
mination born of heaven, we say: "Yes, Lord, I'll do 
this for Thee ; I'll suffer for Thee ; I'll die, if need be, 
for Thy glorious cause, counting not my life dear unto 
myself, that I may finish my course with joy and receive 
the crown of righteousness lain up for those who love 



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Thee." For the. space of six weeks in San Francisco 
and Oakland the true testimony and the blessed word of 
life was held forth in various places of Christian worship, 
adding our little stream of love to the vast ocean flowing 
on and on in that blessed high tide of holiness which at 
that time was sweeping over many, many hearts as God's 
sanctifying grace took hold upon them in saving power. 
Hallelujah ! 



Cottagk Meetings in Reno. 

The tide of spirituality ran so high that often we were 
invited by the people to come to their houses and hold 
meetings. These invitations were always gladly accepted, 
and proved to be scenes of great blessedness, a goodly 
number making their first determination to follow God 
during these meetings. Sometimes every one present 
united with one accord to seek and find the Saviour. 



The Jail in Reno, 

and jails and prisons in other cities also, were visited at 
stated times, and the inmates preached to orally or by 
means of printed sermons when open meetings were 
refused us. Salvation literature was most plentifully 
sown ; Bibles were furnished. Most gladly the prisoners 
gathered at the grates to be ministered to in this way. 



THE VIE W GF ROSES. 



HOSPITAL FOR THE POOR. 



This place for years was regularly visited on Sabbath 
days, and religious services held in the large wards. 
The result was that many poor, sick men and women 
were blessed from time to time, and hundreds professed 
their faith in God, and their determination to follow 
Him to the end of life's journey. Some went out when 
well, and others died there in the profession of salvation. 
One old brother, a member of the Methodist Church, was 
thus visited and encouraged in the faith for a number of 
years, and, upon the occasion of his funeral, his son, a 
policeman in Reno, begged us to ride with him and a 
young friend of his. On the way home from the cemetery 
he also was dealt with about his soul, a pocket Bible was 
given him, and a promise obtained from him to turn unto 
the Lord. These scenes were at the time very touching, 
as the spirit worked upon hearts and moved us forward 
in holy triumph. The sweetness of the work as enjoyed 
by us in those by-gone days is precious to think upon, 
as day by day the work rolled on. Every device was 
thought of to awaken people to the need of coming to our 
Saviour. Willing hands find ready work. 

Tract Boxes 

were put up at our front door and at our kitchen door, 
and were kept supplied with fresh, hot salvation and 
temperance tracts ; and very few agents or tramps got 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. in 

away without a little love-feast in this rare form. Boxes 
were put up in the postoffice, depots, and in one church, 
where we were gladly given permission ; they were no 
doubt the means of good being accomplished. We are 
certain that one of these tracts at our front door led to 
the conversion of a husband and wife, they in turn taking 
up this precious work for Jesus. 

Definite Meetings for Holiness. 

In the mean time there sprang up a work for the defi- 
nite teaching of the doctrine of holiness in the form of 
Bible holiness readings. These meetings were in the 
central part of the city, and invitations extended to all 
interested to be with us. The arch enemy fought this more 
than any other form of our Christian work ; but He that 
was in us was greater than he that was in them, and many 
precious souls came to ' ' the fountain opened for sin and 
uncleanness," and professed faith for heart purity. Being 
novices, and with a very imperfect outward organization, 
many defects existed in this work ; yet we are not sorry 
it was started, and would be glad to have just such a 
work without the defects going on steadily in every city, 
town, village and hamlet. A saloon-keeper's wife and 
some of her children were brought to Jesus in these 
meetings. One day a poor drunkard, looking most 
degraded, came into the meeting and begged us to pray 
for him, but requesting us not to tell any one, as he did 
not want his comrades to know it. We knelt and prayed 



ii2 THE VIE IV OF ROSES. 

together. He soon was blessed and led a different life, 
professing even the blessing of sanctification. However, 
he left Reno and for awhile seemed backslidden, but the 
Salvation Army, now at work in Reno, have enabled 
him to be reclaimed, and he is now a steady worker in 
the rank and file. Hallelujah! Many others gave up 
their tobacco, liquor and opium and consecrated to God. 
Flowers, feathers, ornaments and hurtful articles of 
clothing were given up by the women, many of them, 
and in their place was entire consecration to God, and 
" hungering and thirsting after righteousness," with the 
blessed experience in some cases of being filled with the 
spirit. Glory to God ! A good majority of these, to our 
knowledge, are still "holding fast the profession of their 
faith," some, it is true, in humble places, and others in 
more prominent places of Christian w r ork. To God be 
all the glory. 

Children's Meetings in Reno. 

"Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid 
them not. ' ' To show the simple starting of this work 
among the little ones, which ran through a number of 
years, and is now carried right on in another form, 
namely, meetings for "Young Soldiers" (in the Salva- 
tion Army), I w T ill copy from a Christian paper, under 
date Reno, Nev., November, 1886 : 

" You will be glad to learn that the Lord is still with us, and 
leading gloriously. Over a year ago, while out one Sunday dis- 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 113 

tributing tracts on the streets, I saw four little girls who went to 
no Sunday school. I requested them to come into my room, and 
we would have a Bible lesson (I will just state that these little ones 
almost lived in the streets). They came in, and we looked into the 
first chapter of Genesis. The lesson over, when they were leav- 
ing, to my surprise they asked if they could come the next Sun- 
day. I seemed at once to see the hand of the Lord, and of 
course said, ' Yes ; I would be glad to have you.' The next Sun- 
day they came and brought another little waif with them, and 
thus increasing from time to time, with steady work on that line, 
along with other precious gleanings for the Master, we have got 
the blessed word of free and full salvation to thirty-two children 
in all at the children's meetings, and the number is steadily 
increasing. Glory to God ! These little ones have been taught 
practical and present salvation from all sin, and they are really 
accepting Jesus as their Saviour. Six of them, boys from ten to 
sixteen, were at our Wednesday night meeting, and testified to 
their faith in Jesus to save them from their sins. Now praise the 
Lord and pray for us. I am still in the blessed work, ' rejoicing 
evermore, praying without ceasing, and in everything giving 
thanks.' You will be glad to hear this, I know, and what the 
Lord is doing in our souls. I can truly say that the way grows 
better and brighter. O, praise the Lord ! The half cannot be told 
of this grand and glorious 'highway.' In tracing the journeys 
of God's chosen people of old, and even the countries of the Holy 
Land, we find all are interspersed with waters, hills and valleys. 
So it is with us in the fulfillment of those types. Blessings in the 
valleys, glories on the mountain tops, and sweet, fresh supplies 
from the river which flows from God and the Lamb. Remember 
me to all who are in Christ Jesus. My prayers ascend daily for 
the blessing upon all, and for a glorious outpouring of the Holy 
Spirit upon the work of Holiness upon this Coast. We have never 
yet forgotten the hour of prayer at sunset. Pray for us and the 
work here. Yours, kept in the Beloved, M. H. P." 

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The Children. 



At the very beginning of this work the little ones said 
to me, "We are inviting all the children who do not 
attend Sunday school to come with us." When they 
themselves were invited to attend Sunday school, they 
instinctively hesitated on account of their poor clothing. 
The Lord, by His spirit, led these dear little lambs, and 
provided them clothing, and supplied all their needs. 
One of them lacked a Bible. The Monday morning 
after, I just spoke to Jesus about it, and in a few minutes 
the Methodist pastor came to call, and when departing 
put a piece of silver into my hand, saying, " For the 
mission." I praised God, and before night little Emma 
Hanson was rejoicing over a new Bible. Truly, the 
steppings of the Spirit with us are wonderful. " No good 
thing will He withhold from them who walk uprightly." 
Some time after this occurrence, when passing through the 
town where this child lived, we wrote on that we would 
stop off over night, and this little one, with her sisters 
and trusting mother, made us welcome, and had already 
invited others in, supposing we would, as usual, have a 
season of worship, which we did, and found that the 
mother and children were still leading a life of prayer 
and praise to their Great Deliverer. Hallelujah ! They 
entreated us to remain longer, which we did. A meeting 
was held. Jesus' name was exalted, and salvation 
flowed. "A little child shall lead them" was truly 






THE VIEW OF ROSES. 115 

manifested here. He had kept his own little ones in the 
fear of God, and obedient unto his word. This was the 
family of a saloon-keeper, who himself, in answer to 
our prayers, had removed his business away from the 
home of those little ones. 

There is none too high or none too low 

For our Saviour's love to reach. 
O, blessed be God ! He bids all come, 

And salvation he gives to each. 



Thk Warfare Against Sin. 

F. M. PECK. 

The mighty hosts are gathering ; 

I see them near and far ; 
In every land and nation 

There is salvation war. 
The contest now is growing hot ; 

The Devil's army rage. 
Against the light of God they fight, 

And all their powers engage. 

Fierce seems the conflict — sinners doomed ; 

An awful hell they see 
Awaits the lost — forever lost — 

Through all eternity. 
O, who can stand 'gainst God's command ! 

Defy His mighty power, — 
Who says " repent " of all your sins, 

Be saved this very hour ? 



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THE VIEW OF ROSES. 



To God I look with weeping eyes ; 

To Him I breathe this prayer : 
O, save the lost at any cost, 

My Father, Thou canst spare. 
The vilest sinner Thou canst save, 

Though crimson is the stain, 
And make Him as the driven snow, 

Until no spots remain. 

Fight on, ye messengers of God, 

Lift up your voices high ; 
The watchword pass along the line, 

And raise the battle-cry : 
" Salvation now, in Jesus' name." 

Stand in His strength alone, 
Till it shall echo o'er the land, 

And pass from zone to zone. 

This mighty warfare soon will pass ; 

The end is drawing nigh ; 
And soon will come the day for us 

To lay our armor by. 
'Twill either be a victor's crown, 

And with our harps in hand, 
Or wailing with the lost in hell, 

Forever with the damned. 



Visiting thk Sick 

was a specialty of a certain number of the workers. We 
visited them singly, or in companies of two or more, as 
opportunity offered. To tell of all these cases now would 
be utterly impossible ; but as we look back over the field, 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 117 

and think of some special and hopeful work on this line, 
we cannot but feel that on that great day we shall hear 
the Lord say, " I was sick and ye visited me." 

A little child lay sick with pneumonia. She belonged 
to our children's class. She had not spoken for some 
time, and her mother shook her head in alarm. We 
knelt by the little bed where she lay, with the fumes of 
tobacco smoke almost stifling, as her father, in spite of 
our remonstrances, kept smoking. We offered a few 
words of prayer, while our tears fell fast in sympathizing 
sorrow for the dear little one. Then we began singing, 
and as we came to the chorus the dear child took on 
strength and raised up in the bed, and with sweet but 
weak and tender voice began : 

''Rejoice, His name is Jesus, for He saves ; 
Rejoice, His name is Jesus, for He saves, 
For He saves, for He saves, 
For He saves His people from their sins." 

Be it said, to the glory of God, she was soon able to rise 
and attend the meetings. 

Another case comes to mind of a child whose mother 
had expressed a desired to be saved. Sister Jolly and I 
visited her. The child was very sick, having hemorrhage 
of the bowels, and her face was flushed with fever. The 
mother gave herself up to God to be ever His. We all 
knelt around the child, and each of us poured out our 
souls in prayer. When we arose the child got up with a 
sprightly air and ran off to play with the other children. 



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THE VIEW OF ROSES. 



The sister and I then left, and as we went out she asked 
if I had noticed the little one's face, — how the fever flush 
had changed for the natural color. Of course I had. 
She then told me that the mother had called her atten- 
tion to it, believing that Jesus had healed her in answer 
to our request. We could not but think the Spirit had 
done it to inspire her new and struggling faith. Some 
time afterward the mother informed me that the child had 
been well from that day. 



Another Cask. 

One day my husband informed me that some girls in 
the slums came to his furniture store to have a bed sup- 
plied for a sick one who had recently come into the 
house, and who was in a dying condition, caused by 
blood poisoning from smoking cigarettes, and given up 
by the doctors. Two of us went that very day. We 
found her alone. Her lower lip was swollen to terrible 
proportions. We at once went to the rescue with a hearty 
faith. The precious Gospel of Jesus was read, urging 
her to accept it. Songs of praise and salvation were 
sung. Our petitions went up to the throne. The poor, 
erring girl repented. She took hold of God by faith, 
and with hopeful countenance promised to be His child. 
We left her rejoicing in hope of recovery. She was soon 
on her knees, and her attendant found her there, and the 
two began to weep over their sins, and then to sing praises 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 119 

to God for faith for forgiveness. They promised to be as 
true to Him as they had even been to Satan. The girl 
recovered. 

One More Visited. 

On hearing one evening of an accident of a man run 
over by a train, by which he came to a speedy death 
unprepared, we were much grieved to hear this news, 
followed up with the intelligence that his wife, who had 
heart disease, was also sick and dying, and, still worse, a 
wicked woman, unsaved. I was led of the spirit to go 
to her, though she was a stranger, having seen her but 
once, and that in the interval of her husband's death, 
and then strangely drawn out after her, offering a prayer 
for her as I passed by where she was standing in her 
father's store. Upon entering the room where friends 
and neighbors stood around weeping, I asked the father 
if I could sing. He replied by bowing his head. Soon 
I was by the bedside, singing : 

" O, love beyond our highest thought, 
That from His throne of glory brought 
The Son of God, His life to give, 
That sinners lost through Him might live. 

Chorus. 
He died for you, He died for me, 
He bore our sins upon the tree ; 
He died for you, He died for me, 
O, praise the Eord ! His grace is free. 



120 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

He took on Him our mortal frame, 
A man of grief for us became ; 
He laid His robe and crown aside, 
For sinners lost he bled and died. 

His precious blood that flows to-day 
Has paid the debt we could not pay ; 
Come, weary souls, for refuge hide 
In Him who once for sinners died. 

Whoever will this hour may prove 
His pardoning grace and boundless love ; 
1 Whoever will ' His child may be, 
And shout with us, Redemption free." 

She seemed almost gone. Her face and hands were pur- 
ple, and the latter deathly cold. As I leaned close to her 
ear and sang low and gently, she opened her eyes, turned 
toward me with a loving smile of gratitude, and thanked 
me over and over again. I then asked if she believed 
these sweet promises of God, and repeated: "This is a 
faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ 
Jesus came into the world to save sinners.' ' She nodded 
her assent with earnest emphasis and triumphant look of 
faith ; and, also, when I continued : " For God so loved 
the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that 
whosoever believeth on Him should not perish, but have 
everlasting life." The faith was then given me to pray, 
and ask God to save her and take her to heaven for His 
glory. 

That night I called again, and her spirit had just 
taken its flight. Those who were present told me that 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 121 

she died crying mightily unto God. It was believed she 
was sweetly saved at the last moment. Glory to God ! 
These are a few of the many cases of sick ones visited 
where a hope of their salvation was by the Holy Spirit 
made clear unto us. ' ' As your faith is so shall it be 
unto you," saith the Lord. "Every one that asketh 
receiveth." O, how precious the promises, how certain, 
how full of truth ! We may, if we will, change the verse 
of the hymn and triumphantly sing : 

O, our faith it is so simple, 

And we take Him at His word ; 
And our lives they are all sunshine, 

In the glory of the I,ord. ' ' 

Hospitality. 

The early habits of our childhood training linger with 
us in the ministry of the saints and in remembrance of 
the poor. This has been one of the chief ways in which 
my dear husband and I have sought to honor God since 
first we started to journey together, often in great 
bodily weakness ministering in this way of our strength 
and substance, and always with a blessed re?iewal of 
strength and substance. Bread is yet returning unto us. 
Truly His supplies are bounteous, without stint, inex- 
haustible. "There is that scattereth abroad and yet 
increaseth," has been sweetly verified unto us, and all 
these years of our walk in the Spirit "we have lacked 
no good thing," but a full return of the promise, "It 



122 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

shall be given to you good measure, pressed down, 
shaken together and running over." Marvelously, mys- 
teriously and lovingly hath He led, defended, supplied 
and kept us. But we have, in the midst of these min- 
istries recorded in this book, toiled daily, working with 
our hands, "that we might have to give to those who 
were in need." We are finding that " It is more blessed 
to give than to receive." As we minister unto others He 
ministers unto us, and the joy of obedience and a good 
reward is ours. When oftimes our feelings of lost 
strength were almost overwhelming, one look upward 
brought down a quickening of our mortal bodies by the 
Holy Spirit's overflow from our full hearts into the chan- 
nels of our physical being. 

In childhood we were wont to use the adage, " Get thy 
spindle and distaff ready, and God w T ill send thee flax." 
So in the spiritual preparation within, when all is made 
ready for the Lord, He by the Holy Spirit's power sup- 
plies all our need ' ' according to the riches of the glory 
of Christ Jesus our Lord." This fullness of God's 
gracious indwelling is simply grand. The thousands of 
avenues which the soul thus surrendered and replen- 
ished finds for service, pouring along the blessed 
channels streams of light and love and peace and joy. 
Hallelujah ! 

"The half has never yet been told 
Of love so full and free ; 
The half has never yet been told : 
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O, Saviour, blessed Saviour mine, 

What will Thy presence be, 
If such a life of joy can crown 

Our walk on earth to Thee." 

Separation. 

Blessed are ye when they separate you from their company 
(Luke vi : 22.) 

It required grace for this as well as other commands. 
It seemed, so unreasonable for other professors of the 
religion of our Lord Jesus to withdraw themselves from 
us and really separate us from them when we had such 
a sweet "secret" to tell them. The ministry who had 
only a scholastic or a theological education seemed our 
especial foes, and they, themselves not "entering in," 
hindered those who were entering in. This we clearly 
saw with great sorrow, but "His grace was sufficient," 
and the Lord worked in us mightily. There was a con- 
stant " fight of faith," and our warfare was with spir- 
itual weapons, as the great need of work for God on the 
line of purity of heart was shown us in all these provi- 
dential dealings. Never did Satan shoot at us in this way 
with his poisoned darts from false shepherds, but that the 
truth was given us with power to overthrow it. To 
relate the definite manner of these frequent battles would 
be almost impossible, they seemed so varied and yet so 
hostile. In all their blind leading our Jesus worked by 
His Spirit for the good of his little ones, who trusted 



124 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

in Him, and often when by faith, naked faith alone, we 
were so sure of present victory, when everything looked 
the reverse, we have had to cover our faces with our 
hands to hide the smiles of holy joy springing from 
inner wells, — as to have openly rejoiced under such out- 
ward indications of defeat would have confirmed their 
opinions of our aceticism. Holiness gives the charity 
which "beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth 
all things, endureth all things, which suffereth long and 
is kind." Hallelujah! 

1 ' ' Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, 
Just to take him at his word ; 
Just to know, thus saith the promise, 
Just to know, thus saith the Lord. 

Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Thee, 

How I've proved Thee o'er and o'er ; 

Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus, 

O, for grace to trust Thee more." 

Seeking Salvation for Relatives. 
Herein lay the hardest battle. Our love for them so 
intense with holy zeal, our views of the danger of delay, 
Satan's constant and determined purpose to hinder us 
every step, and their own misunderstanding and mis- 
representations of almost every look and act of ours for 
them. O, holy soul ! was there ever just such a hard 
and constant and sore conflict ? Only that of thine own, 
if, indeed, it could have been so great, which I doubt, 
awful as it truly was. In thus waiting, often through 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 125 

weary years, our souls have cried "out of the depths," 
" 0, how long /" And then we would rejoice and sing 
aloud while waiting at His blessed feet and upon the 
solid rock of His eternal truth. ' ' Ask what ye will in 
my name, and ye shall have it." " Faith without works 
is dead." Some of our loved ones have passed away, 
leaving words and works, which bid us hope that we 
shall meet in heaven. The first was dear brother Willie, 
followed speedily by my niece, Minnie Pearl, just bloom- 
ing into a useful life ; and then the mother, dear sister 
Effie, was the last to leave us, until the reunion beyond. 
Others remain here on earth at this writing, still the 
objects of our prayers, some of whom are testifying to 
the power of God to save and of an active faith in His 
sweet work. So we thank the riches of His precious blood, 
which "speaks" and "washes us whiter than snow," 
and ' ' rejoice evermore. ' ' Halleluj ah ! Working for their 
good, trusting not in the works, but realizing that our faith 
for them is more restful and perfect if we thus obey. 

Always seeing that the sweetest blessings of all kinds 
lie along the line of obedience to His every command : 
and thus the days go by ; and at evenfall a hallowed 
feeling of tranquillity rests down in our souls, oftimes too 
deep for utterance, and we leave our loved ones in His 
dear hands and his sweet will. Amen ! 

' 'Thy various messengers employ, 
Thy purposes of love fulfill ; 
And 'mid the wreck of human joy 
L,et kneeling faith adore Thy will." 



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A Skvkn Months' Tour. 



On April 4, 1889, with my dear husband's approval after 
much united prayer, we were led of God that I should 
make a journey to the Atlantic Coast, visiting friends, 
relatives, strangers and all classes possible for the glory 
of God, and on returning bring my husband's sons, with 
the express view of endeavoring to bring them to God, 
husband desiring and expecting to join us and return 
with us to the "Pacific. My first day of travel over the 
Union Pacific Railway was grand in the success which 
the blessed Spirit gave me. Some brethren in San Fran- 
cisco had sent me several thousand tracts, which, with 
as many more of my own, I deemed a good start for train 
work. Being consciously led of the dear Spirit my faith 
and hope mounted up even in the trying ordeal of part- 
ing with my dear companion and coworker in Christian 
labor. At the depot I began the work of distributing 
and testifying for Jesus. The day w T as bright, and every 
one seemed to be pleased with the thought of our dear 
Saviour as His name was once more held up before the peo- 
ple. The train I took was an excursion train, and full of 
tourists, — ten cars in all. Permission was given by the 
conductor to work in each one. As salvation tracts full 
of pointed and loving appeals and testimonies were given 
to each one, conviction moved upon their hearts. Some 
professed to believe ; others slighted the Spirit and went 
on with their cards and games. Some made sport in order 



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to shake off the movings within, but God turned it all 
in favor of truth. It happened that I had not secured a 
berth before starting, and all the sections in every car 
were taken. little did this move me. On my feet most 
of the time, but the delight of my soul was great, and I 
felt nothing but the sweet strength of Jesus. At night 
a little crowd of passengers were standing conversing 
with the conductor, when I joined them. The conductor 
turned to me and said ; 

' ' Are you now happy in anticipation of standing up 
all night?" 

" Yes," I replied ; "I would be happy if I had to sit 
out on the platform all night. ' ' I then asked : ' ' x\re 
you happy ?" 

"No," said he bluntly. 

I kindly reminded him that it was because he was 
not saved, — "A saved person cannot help being happy 
from the very outflow of internal conditions." 

Just then, while musing upon Satan's impoliteness, — 
so unnatural in a conductor, — a gentleman joined us, 
and remarked to me, " I learn that you have no berth for 
to-night," to which I replied that I had not. He then 
stated that his wife and he had a whole section, and that 
they had been using the bedding of the upper berth to 
make theirs more comfortable, but that if I would accept 
the upper berth they would gladly let me have it. His 
kind way in this Christian act of goodness, assuring me 
that he would desire to have his wife or daughter so 



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treated, caused the little company to see the providence 
of God, — the care of His child. As for me, my thanks 
and gratitude were offered heartily, as I proposed to pay 
him for the berth. He would accept nothing. Neither 
would the porter accept anything for his service. This 
to me was the sweetest night I ever spent in a car, 
although I had worked in trains before. My glad 
work all the day long gave me such a clean conscience, 
as I ascended the stepladder to my little berth, and 
there I knelt in cordial praise, praying His blessing 
upon the conductor, engineer, the trainmen and all pas- 
sengers. O, how refreshed was I as I arose to begin 
another day for Jesus. No weariness, no headache, as 
was always my former experience in traveling. Praise 
the Lord ! Another conductor taking the train on, I was 
prevented working in some of the cars that day. But at 
every stopping-place of note I went out to distribute the 
tracts, Many were in this way made to remember the 
mighty work of our dear Jesus for them and for all. 
Hallelujah ! 

I took breakfast in Ogden, one of the strongholds of 
Mormonism, preaching Jesus there while waiting. This 
was my first meal in twenty-four hours, and it was rel- 
ished. The next morning Laramie, a city of ten thou- 
sand, was reached. Some friends — Brother Jolly and 
wife — were at the train to meet me. These had been 
saved in our holiness meetings in Reno, and were still 
"holding the fort." A time of rejoicing we had upon 



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meeting. They insisted upon my stopping with them, 
which I did for some weeks. They were members of 
"the Church of the first-born, written in heaven," and 
were sweet singers, singing with "the spirit" and " the 
understanding." Their practice was to visit all the 
churches and volunteer as good soldiers of Christ for 
singing, prayer, testimony, etc. Plain, unpretending 
people they were, yet, the Spirit leading them, they suc- 
ceeded in doing a blessed work on the line of 



HounKSS, 

convicting people in all places where the}^ went of the 
necessity of obeying the command, "Be ye holy, for I, 
the Lord your God, am holy." Cottage meetings were 
the order of their plans for my coming, and these dear 
ones had so worked that through their invitations many 
flocked to the meetings to hear the Gospel of Jesus 
Christ from an experimental standpoint. The following 
is taken from 

Thk Vanguard, 

published under date of April 30, 1890 : 

A month was spent in Wyoming, in the midst of 
precious revival seasons among the poor, — one place a 
log cabin. Just before meeting on a stormy evening we 



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saw a small cloud in the spiritual horizon, and with old- 
time Methodist impulse w 7 e stepped up to a lumber pile 
near the cabin and drew a long board into the room, 
placing it in the center upon chairs. Soon the seats all 
around the wall were filled with representatives from the 
Methodist, Baptist, Presbyterian, Congregational, Episco- 
palian and Swede Churches, and some who were not 
members of any organization. The meeting began and 
progressed in a fervent spirit, and the invitation was 
given to all who wanted every wrong in their hearts 
made right to kneel at the penitent form. All but one, 
a Baptist lady, promptly responded, and O, what a vol- 
ume of prayer rose as the Spirit melted us into oneness. 
Deep conviction, consecration and faith followed each 
other in quick succession as Jesus was accepted as our 
Saviour from all sin. Tears and praises were commingled 
as sanctification by faith w r as spoken of and believed for 
and testified to, as thus we asked for "the old paths." 
Great power and blessing flowed from heart to heart, and 
we truly felt that Jesus stood "in the midst." Finally 
the lady who at first rejected the invitation came rushing 
out and knelt and prayed aloud for a full salvation. All 
soon gathered around her to blend their supplications 
with hers for this crowning grace. 

These meetings continued one month in Laramie and 
suburbs. During the daytime we went from house to 
house scattering the good seed of the Word. Here we 
found many forms of suffering, — wives deserted, weeping 



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in hunger and in loneliness, with little helpless, needy 
children dependent upon them. Others were sick as well 
as poor. Some were wealthy, but scoffing at the offers 
of mercy. One of these, a minister's daughter, who 
ascribed her state of unbelief to her father's hypocrisy, 
we won over to the faith of Jesus. At first she refused 
to hear us, but patient love won the day. Hallelujah ! 
In Nebraska, Iowa, Ohio and New York this blessed 
work went on, and, in fact, all along the Union Pacific 
Railway line, and many points north and south of it. In 
Council Bluffs, at the A. M.-E. Church, we were favored 
in presenting the Gospel fresh and free when a lady, one 
of the most wealthy in the city, said to us, "That is the 
kind we need here." Others, with the Holiness pastor, 
gladly accepted our exhortation. While holding a meet- 
ing with some prisoners, and talking to a minister's son 
behind the iron grates, he said with much feeling that 
he was willing to kneel right there and yield up to God 
but for his lack of confidence in Christians. However, 
he did yield to some extent to the earnest appeals of 
some sweet Christian workers, as we held on by faith to 
rescue this dear boy. We reminded him of our sorrow 
in being separated from him by the bars, and told him 
and others with him of the partition which was then 
dividing them from God, and of the sorrow of the blessed 
Lord in consequence, and told them how willing and 
able He was to remove the sins which separated them 
from Him, if they would only ask and believe, truly 



132 THE VIE W OF ROSES. 

repenting toward God, and that in that case they would 
be infinitely happy even in prison. And then we sang : 

' ' Were a dungeon thy dwelling 
My home it would be, 
For its gloom would be sunshine 
If I were with Thee " (Jesus). 

Assuring them that such was the intensity of joy divine 
in union with Jesus. All were touched, and one yielded, 
and the dear W. C. T. U. sisters who went with us were 
sweetly blessed. A goodly number of meetings were 
held in Laramie jails, and sweet was the power of song 
by the dear couple referred to, as those dear boys 
relented and hoped for a better life. In one meeting 
Satan was so angry that one man became much enraged. 
He ran wildly up and down the aisles around the cells, 
and screamed his bitter curses, desiring to thrust us 
through if he only had a dart. We went on praising, 
and even he was vanquished and sought his cell in 
quietness. Opportunities offered daily in all places where 
we stopped, — churches, street-cars, saloons, homes, tem- 
perance unions ; and thus it was that " the communica- 
tion of our faith was made effectual." We found many 
members of Churches who were cold and formal and 
lifeless ; but we also found some in every place who were 
zealous workers, all aflame with the theme of holiness, 
and " who shunned not to declare the whole truth." At 
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Camp Meetings 

power was given us every time we spoke or testified to 
sanctification. O, how the L,ord honors this most lus- 
trous doctrine when spoken from the heart, or lived out 
in the life, however weak the instrument thus used ! At 
Dodson, Ohio, we addressed about one thousand persons 
in a tabernacle meeting. From recent dentistry work 
my mouth was sore and almost destitute of teeth ; but 
the brethren heard of my faith and desired me to speak, 
taking for my theme, 

Sanctification. 

I had a fight of faith, feeling that God did not want me 
to, under such circumstances, speak to such a large audi- 
ence. But I was willing and complied, asking the L,ord 
to give me the word and "fill my mouth." It seemed 
that I could do or say nothing, and so I threw myself 
helplessly upon God, who hath never failed me in time 
of need. And while sitting in a carriage with dear 
Brother and Sister Stoker, of Ohio, who took me to the 
meeting, all at once the passage in Thessalonians came 
in force by the Spirit : "This is the will of God, even 
your sanctification : that ye might abstain from fornica- 
tion : that every one of you might possess his vessel in 
honor and in sanctification, not in the lust of concu- 
piscence as do the Gentiles : that no man go beyond and 



154 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

defraud his brother ; for God hath not called you to 
uncleanness but unto holiness.' ' 

In our remarks we stated that all along the line from 
San Francisco to that place we had found many who were 
interested in the subject, making inquiry and asking the 
meaning. Whatever it is we see by this passage that it 
is the will of God that His children should haze it. Hence 
we should all desire it for that reason, that "His will 91 
might be done. We noticed, also, that the term was 
synonymous with holiness from the last clause, — "for 
God hath not called you unto uncleanness, but unto 
holiness." If we were defining the term we would say, 
it is death of self, and life in Christ. It seems from this 
Scripture that there is one sin which can only be over- 
thrown by sanctification, ' % that ye might abstain from 
fornication ." Here is a sin which the emphatic little 
word " that" in the text shows can only be rooted out by 
the blessing which makes the old corrupt man go, — the 
blessing of sanctification. This sin is harldy ever 
preached against. It is avoided, and yet it is the first, 
the deepest, the direst and the most prevalent at this 
day. The Lord wants a clean people, a people who 
turn not "the grace of God into lasciviousness," but who 
will have the power to ' ' possess their vessel in honor and 
in sanctification." God's purpose of grace was shown 
that His was a full and free salvation, and no half-hearted 
work ; that in one hand He holds out pardon and in 
the other purity, and will not give one unless we are 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 135 

willing to take both. An appeal was made to all who 
expected to get to heaven to make the necessary prepara- 
tion and to cry out : 

" 0, that I might at once go up, 
No more this side of Jordan stay, 
But now the land possess, 
This moment end my legal years, 
Sorrow and sin and doubts and fears, — 
A howling wilderness." 

The few remarks on social purity and the need and 
the remedy were followed up by more on the same sub- 
ject from the evangelist in the lead, Brother Brannen- 
burgh, and his coworkers, Sisters Kalb and Smith, and 
then testimony and praise and song began to God, giving 
glory. ' ' All with one accord ' ' seemed the order. Many 
testified to the inward experience of this blessed grace, 
and the tide of Christian testimony rose powerfully 
amidst songs of victory and shouts of praise, and the 
band on the platform seemed filled with holy joy as 
their inspired music thrilled the vast audience. Some- 
times five or six were on their feet at once, burning with 
joyous desire to own God's power to save, singing : 

" O, wonderful salvation, 
From sin He sets me free, 
For I know that Jesus saves me, 
And that's enough for me." 

And thus it is that the Holy Spirit's power comes to 
honor His pure doctrine of a pure heart and a holy life. 



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Hallelujah ! The ministry and all saved ones should 
avail themselves of this glorious privilege and be 
"entirely sanctified," and then fall in line and swell the 
grand old theme of "holiness unto the Lord" out of 
hearts full and overflowing with perfect "love divine." 
Amen ! 



Class Meetings. 

In various cities these blessed retreats, where ' ' they that 
feared the Lord, spake often one to another," were found 
out, visited and used as a rare privilege of doing good 
by "spreading holiness over these lands." Once and 
again, over and over, the work of Jesus in cleansing 
from all sin was reminded them, some of whom under- 
stood it and welcomed the testimonies with hearty praises. 
Others thanked us for our visits, begging us to sojourn 
with them. In one village a revival broke out in this 
way, and the entire class desired and sought the blessing 
and believed with great joy. A dear young man in the 
Piqua class, as also others, told us of the good our words 
had done them. As for us we were greatly blessed in 
the midst of these endearing scenes, and the childhood days 
w T ith dear father and mother at our side in their sheltering 
retreats came vividly to our mind with sweetest contem- 
plation ; and our very first testimony — " I love the Lord 
because he hath heard my voice and my supplications" — 
came up to mind once more, and again we thanked God 
for the training He had vouchsafed unto us in our early 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 137 

years by these dear, dear parents, now gone on before. 
Our old class in Troy, Ohio, was visited after a lapse of 
many years, and our dear friends in Jesus greeted our 
good news of ' ' the fullness of the blessing of the Gospel 
of Christ" with much warmth of love. In all these min- 
istrations, though in much bodily weakness, we realized 
the fulfillment of the promise to those who obey the 
word, — 

"Go Ye." 

And I think that sanctified people should, as much as 
possible, do this, for we have always found that we were 
not without honor, except in our own house and in our 
own country. But one sweet thought about home and 
home work comes to mind. It is this : our work at home 
may and is more opposed and less honored, but it also 
is God's work, and He will take care of it and see to the 
results. 

At My Mother-in-law's. 

In September I reached the home of my husband's 
mother, where my two stepsons awaited my arrival. 
The meeting was a pleasant one, entered into with 
greatest kindness by mother, sons, daughters and grand- 
children. This was highly appreciated after our brief 
stay in New York City, where, as in other places, we 
scattered some more "seeds of kindness," with the 
promising results of hope for fruit in eternity. One case 



138 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

was that of a boy on his way up the Hudson to attend 
school at Kingston. I believe he had never been per- 
sonally dealt with about his soul. As he and I braved 
the wind-storm outside in the boat, he listened atten- 
tively and accepted my tracts and promised to lay the 
matter to heart. He seemed so willing to hear the word, 
and was so gentle and courteous assisting us, that we 
longed after him, and thought of the one of whom it 
was written, that Jesus "beholding him loved him." 
And as we two were spared in that storm on Xorth River 
that caused so much loss to others, so I hope we will be 
found sheltered together in the Rock of Ages on the 
day of judgment. The surpassing scenery on that day's 
journey up to the Catskills. and the sweet, sweet work 
for Jesus, harmonized well as various parties of travelers 
accepted with kind appreciation our loving words and 
little printed sermons on Jesus' dying love. After a six 
weeks' visit and touring in this lovely region, visiting 
meetings and speaking in testimony and in exhortation 
on the themes which lay nearest to our heart, reminding 
all who heard of the importance of preparing to meet 
their God. we bade good-by to dear ones, and my hus- 
band's sons Arthur. Ken and I started for Nevada. 
Stopping the first evening in Albany, we had another op- 
portunity of scattering the truth as it is in Jesus, and of 
receiving more kindness from Him through dear friends. 
Praise the Lord ! It is hoped that some who heard us in 
that citv will be saved. 



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Across the Continent 

and home again. On October 15, 1889, leaving Albany we 
took a section in the Phillips' excursion train west bound. 
We started in the midst of a cold rainstorm, but as usual 
we left the storm behind, and the main trip was excellent 
as to weather, and withal very pleasant to me. The dear 
boys had made up their minds secretly not to be recon- 
ciled to me, but, on the other hand, to test my powers of 
grace to the utmost extent. To this end they would let 
me set up the heavy table at meal time and do all the 
service. When night came and they went to their berth 
above, instead of walking up the stepladder in an orderly 
manner they would step on the lower bed and then reach 
up and take hold of the curtain pole and swing off and 
land all in a tumble in their berth, and so on. While 
they had no word of conversation for me they were very 
affable to all others, making the distinction at times very 
painful to behold. Each of them was seen at the card 
tables to my trial. Neither of them had ever as yet 
sought the Lord. The former was thirteen and the latter 
sixteen years of age. They knew of my manner of life. 
The adversary seemed determined to make a gulf between 
me and them, and under his influence they seemed to 
forget or to distort the motives which led to years of 
prayer for them, accompanied by labors, messages and 
constant tokens of disinterested love for the little orphans 
in the distance. Strange to say all these things seemed 



140 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

regarded with hatred instead of love. When these things 
were revealed to me I would go off into the dressing- 
room and kneel and pray and praise and supplicate for 
them, and get a good reward of tenderest blessing. One 
day a lady in the train came into our car where we were 
taking dinner. It was on Sunday. She seemed to under- 
stand the ''salvation look," and, though a stranger to 
me, she assured me that she knew and had heard me, 
and desired me to come into her car and hold a meeting, 
promising voluntary financial aid for the mission work. 
The dear boys poorly covered the scorn which would 
show upon their lips at such times. I explained to her 
that I would come and have a talk with her after dinner, 
which I did, and found her to be one who loved the 
truth and those who held it forth. Praise services were 
held at different times that day in the train, and ended 
up at nightfall by a loud volley from a little company of 
Salvationists who halted in their march while the train 
stopped in one of the Western cities. This was a good 
day to us. 

O, how eagerly the people reach out the hand of faith 
to accept God's blessed gospel when it is offered to them 
fresh and hot from the Spirit's burning power. How 
they gather around, so hungry and so earnestly looking 
for something long lost to satisfy the longings of their 
souls. These indeed seem like little things, and so they 



THE VIEW OF ROSES. 141 

are, but who can compute them in the aggregate. They 
are like the verse : 

1 ' Little drops of water, 
Little grains of sand, 
Make the mighty ocean 
And the pleasant land." 

Little streamlets of love run through the green 
pastures of the soul almost silently, and their low and 
sweet music strikes the ear of faith and sets it to heaven's 
sweetest melodies : 

" I love to tell the story, 
'Twill be my theme in glory, 
To tell the old, old story 
Of Jesus and His love. ' ' 



More Noths on the Way. 

The boys were so averse to Christian work by me that 
I often did my distributing when they were not present, 
thus becoming all things unto them, " that by all means 
they might be saved." No weariness to me, but peace, 
joy, love, bringing to mind the stanza of the Army 
song : 

" Joy, joy, wonderful joy ; 
Peace, peace, naught can destroy ; 
Love, love, so boundless and free,-- 
All this the Lord is to me." 



142 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

Day by day my prayers for all with us and elsewhere 
ascended to the throne, and my nights were spent in 
restful and refreshing slumber, under the wings of the 
protecting spirit. Praise the Lord ! How I love to pour 
out my soul in adoration to Him who alone is worthy of 
all honor, dominion, blessing and glory. Many were 
the conversations held with the travelers to the land 
whence no traveler returns. The narrow way became 
brighter and more beloved, though at times the attitude 
of the dear children to me commingled some real sorrow 
with all. As A. B. Simpson says in " Walking in the 
Spirit:" 

" The path of sorrow, and that path alone, 
Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown ; 
No traveler ever reached that blessed abode, 
Who found not thorns and briars in the road. 

But all these are occasions to prove the love and faithfulness of 
God. The storm-cloud is but the background for the rainbow, and 
the falling teat but an occasion for the comforter to wipe it away. 

The comfort is in proportion to the sorrow ; 
There is an equilibrium of joy and sorrow. 

As the sufferings of Christ abound in us, so our consolation also 
abounds in Christ. As far as the pendulum swings backward, so 
far it swings forward. Bvery trial is therefore a prophecy of bless- 
ing to the heart that walks with Jesus." 



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These thoughts, like many others of that blessed man, 
have been realized oftimes by us with sweetest draughts 
of delight in our inmost depths. Hallelujah ! 

Thus the week of travel across the continent afforded 
varied experiences to us all, and all were made to par- 
ticipate in the mercies of a prosperous journey, free from 
accident or alarm. On Monday evening, October 2 2d, 
we reached Reno. I had wired to husband informing 
him of our near approach. About this time the boys 
came to me, and taking seats, looked quite thoughtful. I 
suggested for them to go to the toilet-room and brush 
their clothes and refresh themselves. Arthur, always 
the first to speak, remarked, "I washed this morning." 
This intelligence was hastily followed up by Ken, who 
said, "I'm not going to clean up till I get home." 

I understood them, and answered by silence. They 
soon departed, and came back prepared to meet their 
papa, whom they had not seen since babyhood. 

The train stopped. The porter handed us out, and a 
happy meeting soon took place, whence we went to the 
hotel, awaiting our home, which had been in the mean 
time rented, to be vacated. 

Now began a fight of faith on a new line, and a severe 
conflict it proved to be. God was with us, and victory 
came. Soon the boys were starting for heaven, at least 
in an outward way. Slow was the work, but to-day we 
look back over the three years just past and see work 
which we believe will stand in eternity and prove the 



144 THE VIE W OF ROSES. 

grace of our dear Lord. The profession which was made 
at first was not as real and deep as at this writing, and 
we are asking for, working for, and trusting for, better 
things on before. 

A testimony from the Vanguard, published in St. 
Louis, bearing date April 30, 1891, will show something 
of Arthur's spiritual status, and it is believed he is still 
trusting in God. 

Testimony. 

I am fourteen years old. I have given myself to God and His 
work. I was taken into the M.-E. Church in full connection and 
baptized, but it did me no good. Then I was taken sick with the 
typhoid fever, and I promised God if He would restore me to health 
I would serve Him. Then I got well and went along in my old 
rut. Every little while my promise came to my mind. It came 
to me, also, that " He that covereth his sins shall not prosper, but 
whoso confesseth and forsake th them shall find mercy" (Prov. 
xxviii : 13). Then I confessed my sins and forsook them, and I 
believe Jesus saves me from all my sins. Mother and I go out in 
mission work together, visiting the sick and the poor, and dis- 
tributing tracts to the passengers on the trains. We are sweetly 
blessed. Praise the Lord ! Pray for me that I may prove faithful. 
Yours, in Jesus' name, 

C. Arthur Peck. 

From Ken, the eldest son, we have just received a 
letter full of contrition and a hungering after God. Now 
we are claiming ,these dear children for Him who loves 
them a?id gave Himself for them. Dear Jesus, let us not 



THE VTE W OF ROSES. 145 

be disappointed in that day ' ' when Thou makest up Thy 
jewels," but "spare them as a father doth a son who 
serveth him." Amen ! 

A Caix From Missionaries 

came to me in the summer of 1889, to collect funds to 
defray the expenses of some workers in India, Africa and 
other points. While I had always given my mite to this 
and other good causes, it seemed a hard thing to ask for 
money from others right in the place where one lived and 
suffered persecution. But they had asked, and I must 
obey. So down on my knees I went and got a blessed 
start, and proceeded at once on my errand of love. The 
first, a neighbor, a Catholic, was called upon. A bright 
piece of silver was placed in my hands, and then, at my 
request, a mother and daughter knelt with me, and Jesus 
stood in the midst. 

Many days were spent in this way. A little purse was 
collected and sent on, and it is, after a year, a blessed 
recollection that some dear brethren and sisters in other 
lands working for Jesus were helped on their journey; and 
much good came to the donors, some of whom have since 
themselves engaged in mission work. One name promi- 
nent is Miss Eva Quaiffe, who for years stood at the head 
of the music department in Whitaker Hall, Reno. She is 
now in a training home for Christians, and testifies that 
"she is only too glad to work for God." She was 



146 THE VIE W OF ROSES. 

one of the happy number who began believing for 
entire sanctification during Brother Newton's meetings 
in Nevada. 

Too much cannot be said right here about the good 
influence of those meetings, the fruits of which are 
ripening into precious spiritual fruit. Others of the 
donors have since given liberally to other good causes, 
and are learning rapidly the science of "giving," and 
some precious souls of that number are to-day looking 
unto Jesus with a hope of heaven, and have subscribed 
for Christian journals, and are regular attendants at the 
Army meetings. Glory to God ! 

Holiness Literature. 

Under trying circumstances the Spirit has, from time 
to time, when work in other channels seemed blocked up, 
led us to go from house to house taking subscriptions for 
salvation, holiness and faith journals, and similar litera- 
ture in book form. This we believe to have done a vast 
amount of good. Hundreds of avenues have in this way 
been opened up, the influence of which extended thous- 
ands of miles away. Some would sign for friends in the 
distance. 

A dear young girl led a meeting last night in the Sal- 
vation Army who in this way read her first religious 
news in Martin Wells Knapp's ' ' Revivalist, ' ' and books. 
The dear girl referred to has just been converted. She 



THE VIE W OF ROSES. 147 

has for years been a neighbor, and the subject of our 
prayers. Praise the Lord ! Many similar instances 
might be enumerated, and this little line of work has 
never been so widely extended as at the present writing. 

"The Guidk to Holiness," 

by Palmer & Hughes, has now found its way to a num- 
ber of homes in Reno. The Pacific War Cry has a large 
circulation. The Vanguard, of the F. M. Church, and 
countless other good things, come to this place in our 
daily mails, thus agitating precious souls all about us to 
the necessity of preparing for 

Eternity. 

The immense amount of evil literature which is con- 
stantly sowed abroad over the land demands a mighty 
counteraction on this line of work for God. It is hoped 
that, as people will read, the Holy Spirit may supply them 
with such reading matter as will lead them to 

God's Word, 

there to anchor their souls for eternity. This end is 
being reached. The word is being exalted, and O, that 
every one who reads it may ask for the Holy Spirit to teach 
them and make it vital to their hearts, remembering the 



148 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

words of our Saviour : "If ye, being evil, know how to 
give good gifts unto your children, how much more 
shall the Father which is in heaven give the Holy Spirit 
to them that ask Him ?" This is what the people every- 
where — all classes — need ; the word made ' ' quick and 
powerful to them, sharper than any two-edged sword.' ' 
It is by the spirit alone that they can realize that the 
word of God is "spirit and life ;" that it is " the power 
of God unto salvation to every one that believeth." We 
can, it is true, speak to the outer ear, but only God can 
speak to the inner consciousness, and awaken from the 
dead the millions of precious blood-bought souls, who 
cry for the "peace " He alone can give, and the fullness 
of joy which is realized only in his presence. 

Dear Lord, speed on this blessed consummation of 
union with Thy bride — Thy ransomed church. Amen ! 

Strength of Muscle 

is increased by muscular exercise, so spiritual power is 
increased by work for God. The sweet "secret" is to 
be found by abiding in Him, and in this "abiding " we 
are learning more and more the meaning of His words to 
us when first he betrothed us unto him, and so by this 
union strength came daily as we have had need. Like a 
springing fountain the fullness has flowed out through 
all our being. ' ' Here am I ' ' has been the one cry of 
our hearts as we saw openings for work in the seed- 



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sowing and in the harvest of souls. As a result of the 
holiness work the 

Salvation Army 
have entered the fields of Nevada through the direct 
work of dear Sister S. McConnaughy and others. A large 
corps has been formed, and additions are going on. Dear 
husband and I for years have sympathized with their 
aggressive and self-denying warfare on sin, and our 
desires, formed when Mr. and Mrs. Booth first opened up 
their independent soul-saving work in England, have 
been realized by the privilege of sharing their labors, in a 
very humble relation, for some years past, insomuch' that 
after much prayer and consideration we— my husband 
and I— were, on September 22 d, admitted into the Sal- 
vation Army, under the flag, reconsecrating ourselves to 
God with a fresh impulse springing up within us for an 
increase of "seed to the sower" and "bread for our 
food," beseeching Him to "accept us in the beloved," 
and overshadow us in the future as He hath in the past. 
We hope ever to remember that our dear Jesus hath 
come forth as the 

"Captain of the Hosts of the Lord," 

and that our fighting henceforth is to be under the ban- 
ner of "holiness unto the Lord," which is even now 
thrilling a lost world as the millenial dawn ushers in 



150 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

and " righteousness covers the earth as the waves cover 
the sea." It is this "power of an endless life" forcing 
its way up and out of the death of the carnal nature, 
nurtured, sustained, matured and preserved by power 
divine, that is to be the secret of the coming glory. 
Glory to God ! Jesus speaks ! The Holy Spirit moves ! 
The Father loves ! and all are uniting gloriously. And 
the true saints of God are by the Spirit's power passing 
the blessed watchword of ' ' perfect love ' ' all along the 
line. Sinners are yielding, recruits are enlisting, com- 
panies are forming, marching orders are being given, 
volleys of praise are ascending. Let every true soldier 
of our Lord Jesus look unto our Great Commander, in 
whom we trust, and 

"Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand 
against the wiles of the Devil. 

"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against princi- 
palities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this 
world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. 

"Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye 
may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all to 
stand. 

"Stand, therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and 
having on the breastplate of righteousness ; 

1 ' And your feet shod with the preparation of the Gospel of 
peace. 

"Above all, taking the shield of faith, w T herewith ye shall be 
able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked. 

" And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the spirit, 
which is the word of God. 

(Eph. vi : n-17.) 



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"And the very God of peace sanctify you wholly : and I pray 
God your whole spirit, soul and body be preserved blameless unto 
the coming of our I^ord Jesus Christ. 

" Faithful is He that calleth you who also will do it." 

(Thess. v: 23, 24.) 

Robed and Resting. 
Tune : ''He Will Hide Me." 

BY F. M. PECK. 

Once I was away from Jesus, 

Drifting on the billows' foam, 
And my bark was almost dashing 

On the rifted rocks alone. 

Chorus. 
Jesus saves me, yes, He saves me, 

Gives me grace for every hour ; 
Jesus keeps me, yes, he keeps me, 

By His ever living power. 

Jesus found me poor and needy, 

Took me in His tender care, 
Brought me to His royal palace, 

Made me welcome to a share. 

Jesus put new robes upon me, 

Robes of pure and spotless white ; 

And my soul that sat in darkness 
He hath changed to sit in light. 

Now I am no longer drifting ; 

I am rescued from the wave, 
Still upon life's ocean sailing, 

Giving only Jesus praise. 



i 5 2 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

Safe in Jesus now I'm resting ; 

In the rifted Rock I'll hide, 
Till I've passed beyond the Jordan 

Of death's cold and chilling tide. 



Jesus Calls. 

" Come unto me all, ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will 
give you rest. 

"Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me ; for I am meek and 
lowly in heart : and ye shall find rest unto your souls. 

" For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light." 

(Matt, xi : 28-30.) 

O, sinner, come to Jesus, 

Make haste and come "to-day ;" 
Your time is swiftly gliding, 

There's danger in delay. 

Why will you slight His mercy ? 

His spirit moves you now. 
O, grieve Him not, I pray you, 

Repent, believe just now. 

His yoke you'll find most easy, 

His burden very light ; 
Come wash your garments in His blood, 

And walk with Him in white. 

Then gird His sword upon you, 

And forth to battle go, 
To slay the wrong, defend the right, 

And conquer every foe. 



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He's calling now for soldiers, 

For loyal heart and true ; 
His service is most blessed, 

And fraught with honor too. 

I love to live for Jesus, 

Because He died for me ; 
He fills my soul with peace and joy, 

From sin He sets me free. 



The Two Blessings. 

Wherefore let him that thinketh he standeth take heed, lest he 
fall (1 Cor. x : 12). 

In the blessing of pardon, or "justification by faith," 
or "the washing of regeneration," or "the heart 
sprinkled from an evil conscience," or " forgiveness of 
sins," which are all synonymous terms, the happy one 
for a time seems satisfied, and really "thinks " that he 
stands. And no wonder, for he feels so clean, so sweet, 
so pure, so bright and so peaceful. But, after all, he is 
but a little child. He has just been " born of the spirit." 
I say again, he is only a child. He " speaks " as such 
and " understands " as such. This is a gate to be gone 
through. " Except ye be converted and become as little 
children ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven" 
(Matt, xviii : 3). Paul makes a distinction, as do all who 
receive both blessings. Hence, in Romans v he speaks 
of " this grace wherein we stand." Not think we stand, 
but stand. In the first case, there is still lodged within 



154 THE VIEW OF ROSES. 

the soul a great evil, the "carnal mind," which is 
" enmity against God, for it is not subject to the law of 
God, neither indeed can be" (Rom. viii : 7). This, also, 
must be destroyed " by faith" at which period in the 
Christian walk the saved one has the " witness of God, 
the spirit, ' ' who also hath wrought the work from the 
beginning — carrying it forward — that his ' ' love is made 
perfect," his " heart purified by faith," his soul " renewed 
in the image of God." Now, when this great work of 
God takes place, the sanctified one knows that he "stands/ 
and he rejoices in hope of the glory of God ; and not only 
so, but he glories in tribulation also, knowing that trib- 
ulation worketh patience, and patience experience, and 
experience hope ; and hope maketh not ashamed, because 
the love of God is shed abroad in his heart by the Holy 
Ghost given unto him. " Therefore, being justified by 
faith, we have peace with God through our Iyord Jesus 
Christ, by whom also we have access by faith into this 
grace, wherein we stand" (Rom. v : 1, 2). 



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